Mr. Zhuge became much more honest and said very sincerely, "Young Master Evan, don't worry, I'll definitely give you an explanation!"
Evan Stetford nodded, stood up, and raised a finger. "One day. I'm giving you one day. By this time tomorrow, you will hand over the mastermind. If you can't, I'll help your Grant Branch do a big purge."
He smiled faintly, brushed past Mr. Zhuge, and even patted him on the shoulder.
Mr. Zhuge only felt his shoulder suddenly sink, and his expression grew a few shades more serious.
Evan Stetford left the headquarters office and went straight to the Half Moon Hotel to pick up Lawrence Winters.
Lawrence was still in the same outfit: white top, black cropped pants, high heels, only her hair was now down, cascading like a black waterfall.
Evan's security staff helped her open the rear door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Lawrence bent down and slid in.
Evan also sat in the back seat; when he saw her get in, he merely inclined his head slightly.
