Alexander skillfully dodged the water cup thrown by Edwin Blake, teasingly saying, "Hey, you can't hit me, you can't hit me, I'm dodging!"
Harry Ross looked at the broken pieces on the floor and the water stains on himself.
Filled with impotent rage.
Why am I always the one getting hurt!
He looked at Alexander with a plaintive expression, pitifully saying, "President Hodges, how could you go back on your word…"
Alexander waved his hand, nonchalantly saying, "No need to dwell on these little matters. If you're really fired, you can work at my auction house!"
Harry sighed helplessly, "Please hurry up and deal with the virus."
"I'm rather curious about what kind of virus could be this difficult, one that even your top tech experts can't handle."
Alexander strode in boldly.
He sat directly in front of the computer, just took one look, and started typing away.
