It was obvious that Francis and Kingsley hadn't discussed this with Grayson beforehand. They shifted uneasily in their seats and looked anxious.
Seeing how Grayson was still staring at Jordan furiously, Kingsley cleared his throat, "Ahem..."
Kingsley initially wanted to remind Grayson not to be rash but was misunderstood as being a coward. He continued, "Alright, alright, Kingsley. Stop coughing already. Do you think I don't know what's on your mind? You are just afraid of Jordan. But let me tell you, I'm going to go all out today. I don't believe that the group will belong to him alone! Let's see if he can still be the chairman without us supporting him!"
Even I felt that Grayson was being unreasonable. Since Kingsley and Francis failed to persuade him, they had no choice but to stay silent and acquiesced in joining him.
I looked at all these shenanigans with a sneer on my face. It seemed that I was very lucky to be able to witness the scene of this so- called indestructible organization having internal fights.
In a world where Jordan believed that the powerful conquered the weak, people's trust was just like a piece of paper to him, so thin that it could be torn easily with just a stab.
After going through Grayson's questioning, Jordan slowly drank the hot coffee in his hand. He was neither angry nor embarrassed. It was as if he didn't hear a word the man said, and even if he did, he couldn't care less.
Grayson, on the other hand, looked like he was greatly humiliated. He pointed at Jordan and asked, "Jordan, why are you not saying anything?"
After a moment of silence, Jordan smacked his lips and put down the coffee that was in his hand. He looked up at the crowd and replied slowly, "There's nothing for me to say. Grayson, you are right. I'm listening, but..."
He dragged on and then looked at Hendrix. He raised the corners of his lips, but there was endless darkness and coldness in his eye. "I don't mind if you are being suspicious of me. But Grayson, shouldn't you also be fair enough to suspect our new leader, Hendrix?"
With a few words, he successfully shifted the spotlight towards Hendrix.
Indeed, compared to doubting Jordan's intention in killing his subordinates, Hendrix, who had just joined the group, but had been promoted all the way, was more suspicious.
Usually, there would only be two possibilities. One, he was an undercover agent from the police force, and the other was that he was born to do this job. But in most cases, they turned out to be the first kind.
For a moment, everyone's eyes on Hendrix became intriguing.
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