Top floor of a business karaoke bar. Forsen's face darkened as he looked at Sabrina and said, "Ms. Sanchez, what you're talking about here is more than just hiding a little something, isn't it? This project of yours is actually connected to Harold—why didn't you mention that earlier?"
Sabrina smiled and explained, "Mr. Sleet, this project itself has nothing to do with Harold. But that wretched Cheryl used her body to get this project, which is why Harold is paying so much attention to it."
"Cut the crap!" Forsen slammed the table in frustration. "Eighty of my men are being held at the construction site right now. What do you propose we do about that?"
Sabrina showed no reaction.
Seeing her indifference, Forsen felt deeply displeased.
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