In a magnificent hall in the capital, dozens of well-dressed middle-aged and elderly people sat around a huge round table. Every movement of these people exuded the majesty of those in power.
"George, I heard recently that the Obsidian Group, which used to give you such massive headaches, vanished overnight?!"
A black man holding a wine glass slowly walked up to a blond, blue-eyed white man, looking deeply concerned. But in his heart, he was already secretly thrilled. Who didn't know that Obsidian was just your white glove?
Chapter 132