Jordan was not angry and did not raise his voice either. He was calm, but there seemed to be a chilling rage coming from him. It was like everyone could feel the aura that he released at that moment.
As soon as Jordan said those words, those who pushed him to hand over his power stopped talking.
No one dared to say a word.
At this moment, a sharp female voice sounded, "Francis and Grayson were telling the truth. It doesn't matter if you want to spend your time in your comfortable bed till the day you die. But don't delay the progress of the group."
Only then did I notice that there was another woman at this table full of men. She had modellike facial features and was more imposing than Emily. She looked cold on the outside, and her lipstick color was very dark. One phrase came to mind, femme fatale.
She glanced at me after realizing that I was looking at her, then looked away in less than a second.
Unexpectedly, Jordan was very pleased with her words. He smiled mockingly and said, "Okay, I accept all of your opinions. I will spend more time on the company's affairs from now onwards."
Everyone was dubious and had different perspectives after hearing his words. They did not answer, and there was dead silence at the table.
Seeing that no one responded, Jordan leaned back against his chair. He naturally crossed his hands in front of his chest and said casually, "Tell me what all of you think about getting into the Zuckerburg market."
After hearing this, Kingsley, who was next to Jordan, said, "Well, allow me a few words. I think that there are too many risks in Zuckerburg. There are too many uncertainties, and the police are more strict compared to any other place in the world. The slightest carelessness would wipe all of us out. I don't think we should risk it."
Grayson also agreed, "When we first joined the group, the condition was that we don't touch this land in our country and just earn from the foreign markets as we continue living our lives. Let's not go too far, or we might end up not even having a safe place to hide."
Francis was also at an old age. Of course, he was on their side. He nodded repeatedly and said, "That's true. Look at those who work in the underground society. How many of them can go to public places like us? We shouldn't be too greedy."
Jordan nodded and then turned to look at the beautiful lady. "Do you think this way as well?"
The woman didn't even look up and just said flatly, "I'll pass on this."
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