There was a luxurious office on the top floor of a private business club. This was Forsen's territory.
He had been mixing in the underground circles for years, naturally carrying a heavy air of roguishness.
However, as Metrobay City developed over the years, he had gradually followed the trends of the upper class, smoking cigars and sipping wine.
In this office, Forsen held a wine glass, savoring it slowly.
He had been in an excellent mood lately, especially since he had just received 2 million without lifting a finger.
At that moment, a subordinate entered the office with a phone in hand, respectfully saying, "Boss, it's a call from Harold."
Hearing this, Forsen raised an eyebrow and pondered for a moment. 'I've never interfered with Harold's affairs. Why is he calling me now?'
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