At the Knight pack, a dozen luxury cars were parked at the door. With a cold face, Griffon exited the car and walked towards his office, striding his legs. Andre, who followed closely behind, keenly noticed that he was walking in a hurry, so he hurried to catch up with a group. of bodyguards.
As Griffon walked, he gave Andre an order in a cold voice, “Get the private jet to Washington ready.”” Got it! Andre replied then he asked, “Alpha Knight, how long do you plan to stay in Washington this trip around?” Griffon replied without emotion. “One year.”” Andre was stunned. He couldn’t help asking out loud, staring at Griffon blankly, “Alpha Knight, why are you staying there for so long?” Griffon didn’t respond, but no light seemed to be able to penetrate his eyes. Seeing him in such a state, Andre seemed to have come to an understanding, so he stopped asking. “Then I’ll get your personal belongings ready in advance tonight.” Griffon nodded lightly and stepped into the president’s exclusive elevator. Preston was sitting in Griffon’ office, scrolling through his mobile phone. Seeing Griffon entering the door, he hopped to his feet to walk towards Griffon. “Griffon, didn’t we agree that Christopher shall head over to Washington to take charge of the aerospace-related matters? Why are you going over by yourself?” Griffon took off his suit, placed it on the sofa, and turned to sit at a U-shaped desk. He picked up the cup of coffee ready at the desk and took a sip before raising his eyes to give Preston an indifferent glance.
“Why are you asking so much, do you want to tag along.?” Preston choked. “No, it’s not that, I’m not interested in aerospace…” Griffon raised his fingers to turn on the computer, his eyes skimming through the latest financial report data. After swiftly scanning it through, he sent a message to the group of executives for a meeting before turning off the computer. With that, he raised his frosty eyes to look at Paul. “During my absence, I’ll leave the Knight pack to you. Now, come with me to the meeting. Within two hours, you’ll take over all the projects of the Knight pack that runs in the next one year.” When Preston heard so, he held on to prevent himself from pa*sing out. “Griffon, is there still time for me to apply to go to Africa?” There were countless projects of the Knight pack in the local region. In recent years, they were starting to enter the European and Canadian markets with overwhelming momentum that no one could compare. How could it be possible for him to take over such a terrifyingly large organization as a mere programmer? Griffon got up, and when he brushed by, shot him a cold glare. With just one look, Preston obediently followed him.
Wasn’t it just a matter of project management? How could there be anything difficult about it? In a highly technological meeting room, Preston’s eyes. were on countless executives reporting on the progress of their respective projects, all dazed and not being able to understand a word. What puzzled him was not only the languages of countless countries, but also the professionalism… He averted his head to look over at the man sitting in the main seat, leaning back on the chair with his head slightly tilted. He was staring at the screen, switching languages and communicating with a group of international professionals. Preston gasped in his heart. As expected of Griffon, if it were him, he would never be able to switch languages so smoothly. Yet, Griffon could not only do it at will, but also use extremely professional terms to raise the problems existing in each project and how they should be amended. Sitting next to him, Preston felt pressure doubled.
He deeply regretted visiting his office… After Griffon completed the meeting, he looked sideways at Paul. “Do you remember?” On Preston’s handsome face was dullness. “Griffon, why don’t you kill me?” Griffon glanced at him coldly before shifting his target to Joe. “You spend a month helping him sort out.” Hearing so, Joe cast a disgusted glance at Preston. “Preston, two months, I’m afraid you won’t be able to remember it in a month.” Provoked by Joe, Preston threw his phone away, rolled up his sleeves, and gave him a friendly punch. “I’ll get it done in a week!” Joe took the punch but didn’t say anything. All he did was scoff, put away the computer, and walk out the door. Preston couldn’t stand Joe’s arrogance. He had wanted to catch up and add a few more punches, but Griffon stopped him. Griffon’ gaze was on the afterglow of the setting sun outside. the window. His once bright eyes were only left with boundless darkness right then. Seeing him in such a state, Preston withdrew his foolishness, took his seat beside Griffon, and asked in a soft voice, “Is there anything else you need me to do?” Griffon lowered his thick eyelashes as he answered in a bland voice, “Help me take good care of her, don’t let anyone pick on her.” Preston naturally knew who the “she” Griffon referred to was, but he couldn’t help himself from saying, “Since you can’t get her back, stop doing all this.” Griffon’ eyes lowered to stare at the fingertips burned by sulfuric acid, and after a long silence, he replied, “I owe her.” His slap had killed her.
Even if she forgave him, he would never be able to forgive himself. To draw a line with him, she helped him block the sulfuric acid. He owed her more and more… Preston glanced at Griffon’ hand. Griffon’ fingers, which were without any flaws, were all destroyed right then. There was a burst of distress in his heart. “In fact, you’ve done enough for her, let yourself go.” Griffon’s indifferent eyes turned red in an instant. “I can’t let go.” Preston didn’t know what to say seeing him in such a state, so he could only nod helplessly. “Okay, I’ll help you take care of her.” Griffon nodded lightly and added, “Don’t disturb her.” Again, a helpless sigh was heard from Preston. “Okay…” Only then did Griffon get up and leave. Looking at the lonely and proud figure, Preston shook hist head. Sure enough, in the emotional world, whoever loved deeply. would suffer a complete defeat. After Griffon dealt with his work, he returned to the manor. Before he got out of the car, he saw a figure having a fight with the security guard… “Ms. Thorin, Alpha Knight has ordered you not to enter or leave the manor at will. Please leave.” In the past few years, Tara would be stopped by the same security guard wherever she came over. Tara had long been displeased, so she raised her hand and slapped him hard. “You b*stard, can’t you open your eyes to see who I am? I’m Griffon’ fiancee, how dare you stop me?!” Being slapped for no reason, the security guard’s first instinct was to return a slap, but the moral training he received as a retired member of the special force reminded him to grit his teeth and endure it. “Ms. Thorin, if I remember correctly. The engagement has been annulled by Alpha Knight.
How could you be so thick-skinned to say that you’re his fiancee?” Tara burst into a rage hearing so. She wanted to add another slap, but the security guard grabbed his wrist. He shook off Tara’s hand, chiding, “If you continue to make trouble, don’t blame me for not showing mercy!” Tara trembled with rage. “Wow, great, now even a security guard can pick on me, right?” Tara took two steps back to look at the French-style manor, shouting at the top of her lungs, “Griffon, you promised Simon that you’ll marry me, how could you break your oath to Simon, for Taya, that b*tch!!!” The man sitting in the Koenigsegg gave a cold snort before slowly winding the window down, revealing a cold and emotionless face. He rested one hand on the car window, his fingers resting on his chin, his eyes, icily locked on the lunatic Tara.