James had never seen the young master’s face so cold.
From the moment he received the call, the storm of coldness in his eyes was evident.
As he walked up to the car, the air around him seemed to freeze, filled with an unspoken chill.
People couldn’t hear what he was saying, and they didn’t dare to. He stood tall, his figure sharp and imposing. His entourage couldn’t help but feel their hearts quiver.
What in the world had happened in the country that could make the usually inscrutable boss show such thinly veiled aggression?
The call lasted for over ten minutes.
No one dared to approach. Even through the rain, the oppressive tone of his voice could be felt from a distance.
After ending the call with 007, Carl made another call—to the Deputy Mayor of LA.
Vice Mayor Jones was still
