George Robbins' gaze swept across the faces of everyone present.
Then, shivering, he raised his finger and pointed at Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson.
"Have you been plotting against me from the start?"
Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down George's forehead. He pondered where things had gone wrong, resulting in his complete loss.
It seemed Justin understood what George was thinking. He stood up and slowly walked in front of George, looking down at him.
"Did you really think I didn't know you were working for my father?"
Upon hearing this, George was shocked and lifted his head.
"I let you stay in the company for so many years, not because I knew nothing."
Justin leaned down slightly, lowering himself a bit.
"Because I know everything. I just wanted to see what you and Leon Battleson would do."
"You... that's impossible, how could you..."
George covered his cheeks with his hands, murmuring these words as if in madness.
