Charlie picked up the phone.
At the same time, he waved his hand nonchalantly at the senior executives in his office—those who relied on age and factional power. The motion was casual, almost dismissive.
The men quickly took the opportunity to leave as if they’d been granted amnesty.
Every extra second they spent in that office felt like they needed a ventilator to breathe.
To their shock, they realized that this so-called “Crown Prince,” long kept abroad, might have just been biding his time, sharpening his claws in the shadows. He wasn't just a pretty face riding the coattails of his powerful family and connections to succeed in America. He had real ability.
They used to think they could manipulate him with a bit of effort.
Now? One by one, their faces had been publicly slapped.
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