Ella Lacey watched as Roderick Mitchell put on a dog-and-pony show, bowing non-stop to the crowd, waving his hands.
He was clearly on cloud nine!
She couldn't help but mockingly say to the TV, "What's there to show off about? If it weren't for my baby giving you the Thompson Group, would you have today's glory?"
"Ella, what are you saying?" The little bun tugged at her ear.
"Ah..." Ella winced in pain, pleading for mercy, "Mommy was wrong... It was my baby's far-sightedness, strategically giving away the group to him..."
"Lip service."
The little bun let go of her ear and didn't bother to argue with his own mommy, coolly saying, "Anyway, it won't be long until everything comes out in the wash."
In fact.
Anyone with a brain could already figure it out now.
If the little bun hadn't handed over the group to them, could Orion Group have risen to the surface so quickly?
Not to mention the series of events that followed...
