Owen Lewis had a look of frustration on his face.
Things were just starting to progress, at the peak of tension, and he couldn't just get up and leave.
He couldn't. In these circles, it would be seen as running away. Wouldn't others think he was scared?
Scared my ass!
He was determined to crush this bastard who dared to cross him.
"Get back here."
Maxwell Peary, oblivious to these issues, remained expressionless.
The company's affairs weren't something he could handle alone. He had to get Lewis over here.
Things had become much more stable in the Black Market, so it didn't need much attention anymore.
As for Owen Lewis being so busy now, that was entirely his own doing.
"Boss, I don't like being out in the open."
Owen Lewis looked like he was on the verge of tears and wanted to shut off his computer, but he didn't dare.
"I'll get Annie Davidson to come over."
This was the only card Maxwell Peary had left to play. It was the biggest temptation for Owen Lewis.
