His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 852

Upon hearing this, Avery adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a chill smile curling at the corner of his lips, “Any traces left behind?”

“Every crime leaves a trace. But without witnesses, it’s as if there are no traces,” Director-General Wayne replied with a charming smile. “Mr. Chambers, don’t you trust me? I am a professional.”

A criminal committing crime was frightening enough.

But what was even more terrifying was that the perpetrator was a seasoned police officer with extensive experience and high professional competence.

“Great, thank you for your hard work.”

Avery temporarily forgot the frustration caused by his wounds, his smile growing broader, “With Director-General Wayne handling things so reliably, I won’t let you down once I succeeded.”

“You are too kind, sir. As long as the new drug is successfully developed, I am willing to do anything,” Wayne replied earnestly.

“It will be, You have to believe in our ‘Mr. Impossible.’”

After the call ended, Avery’s gaze turned dark and brooding as he stared at the black screen, silently smirking, “Incredible.”

Harvey, with admiration, said, “To think a high-ranking official would willingly submit to you, ready to lay down his life. It truly shows your charismatic leadership!”

“It’s not my charisma, it’s the allure of the new drug.”

Avery looked out towards the stormy skies, his eyes shadowy and complex, “Not just him, I too am waiting for that day to come.”

Thinking of the data reports he had sent to M Country, a spark of hope flickered in his heart, “It shouldn’t be too far off now.”

Just then, another call came in.

It was from Jeff Chambers’ chief secretary.

Avery’s gaze hardened, he adjusted his Windsor knot and answered the phone in a measured tone, “What is it?”

“Mr. Chambers, the chairman commands your presence at the corporation this afternoon.”

“Does it have to be today?” Avery asked, his tone annoyed and disdainful.

“It has to be today. That’s an order from the chairman.”

Without waiting for a reply, the secretary coldly hung up.

“He’s nothing but a dog with a powerful master! How dare he be so disrespectful!” Harvey fumed, clenching his fists.

“You said it yourself, they’re but dogs. If they bite me, would I bite back?” Avery’s voice was icy cold, his eyes shadowy, “It seems my father has prepared a ‘gift’ for me, his most favored son.”