In the presidential suite at the hotel.
Ronald sat on the sofa, with his expression gloomy and terrifying.
Oliver sat at the side, not daring to even breathe.
"Ling, ling, ling." His cell phone rang, cutting through the silence in the room.
Oliver looked at the incoming call, raised his head and looked at Ronald, "CEO, it's them."
Ronald immediately took the phone and opened the answer button.
The screen immediately showed tattooed man's face.
"Mr. Marquez, finally." When the tattooed man saw Ronald, he revealed a disgusting smile.
"Who instructed you?" Ronald's eyes turned cold and his voice turned cold.
"You don't need to worry about that. You only need to know that in Swynwick, compared to in Lochapple, it is not up to you to decide."
"Tell me, how much do you want?" He didn't
