One month later.
A sleek blue Lamborghini performed a beautiful drift to a stop in front of the Pay Group building. Subsequently, a striking figure emerged from the car, with eye-catching red hair; regrettably, most of her face was covered by a large pair of sunglasses.
She looked up, observing the towering office building, and smiled.
At the same time.
"Black Peter, she's here, Lucas is here, right downstairs. She's about to come up."
Hearing the warning from the phone, Black Peter chuckled coldly.
Hmph, for one month, Mr. Pay had been anxious and suffering, always longing to call but not daring to, that look of a little wife waiting for Lucas to show his cards greatly displeased Black Peter. Today, he was going to teach Lucas a lesson, showing that Mr. Pay was also a hot commodity.
James Foster looked at Black Peter's laugh and tensed up, "You really going to do this?"
