"So you let power go to your head, it cost you a son, and now you're going to judge a noble person by your own petty standards? You really have some nerve!"
Director Huo snapped his head toward her, unleashing the full force of the intimidating aura he had cultivated over years in power.
His entire life had been smooth sailing. He saw himself as a great, upstanding man, and the only people he had ever wronged were Tianhao and his mother. But if he had to do it all over again, he would still make the same choices!
This was the first time, aside from the Old Man, that someone had berated him to his face—and it was a young slip of a girl.
"Xia Zhaoyun, heh," Director Huo sneered. "You're just a young girl, but did you think I couldn't figure out your little scheme? In a way, we're quite similar—we both do whatever it takes to reach our goals!"
