He breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he remembered: Zane Langdon had picked him up and brought him back to his house.
'As for why my butt hurts so much... there must be some other reason, right?'
It was a two-story loft, four hundred square meters in size.
"The PR fees this time are as high as thirty million, and the other party clearly isn't ready to let this die down! Why wouldn't you let me be the one to go get him?" Sean Coleman's voice was laced with fury.
"I'll pay for it out of pocket. Don't run it through the company," Zane Langdon's cool voice followed.
"Zane, have you ever considered what will happen if we can't get this PR crisis under control?"
Jasper Rockwell strained to listen, but even after a long moment, he heard no reply from Zane Langdon.
He slowly walked down the stairs.
