57 Chapter 57

Andre exhaled the grey smoke away from their face and chuckled under his breath, 

"This guy is worse than Cyril. At least he was aware of his level and never tried to go beyond himself and was content with being a rich second generation." 

"But this guy," he tapped the screen, 

"I don't know where his confidence comes from. He doesn't even know that all those supporters he has within the company are just bloodsucking jackals siphoning the money right under his eyelids."

Selwynn pursed his lips coldly and turned away. After Sean finished stitching Anson up, he stood, the doctor's coat falling by his knees, and he took off the blue gloves on his hand, throwing them carelessly into the trash.

"I don't care how incompetent he is. Trash still needs to be dealt with so they won't come out to make others' eyes unpleasant."

Andre immediately laughed and nodded in agreement, "You know it best."