171: Send more boys to the control room

After Felix was announced as the new owner and made all the announcements, Jericho squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, sweating despite the cool air blowing from the air conditioner.

On his face, you could visibly see the signs of disappointment, anger, frustration and more other emotions.

Scott, noticing Jericho's discomfort, decided to provoke him further. "Oh dear, the AC is on, yet you're sweating like you're in the Sahara desert. Is there a problem?..... Or has the plot that was laid on a solid foundation crumbled?" He said slyly, a cunning smirk adorning his face, reminding of the words he said before.

Jericho heard Scott's taunt and threw a side glance at him. His hands instinctively reached for his collar and loosened it, the heat getting even worse from the tension between them. He replied, "Plots laid on a solid foundation never crumbles; they only stumble. And with the right plan, they could come back to life. If you would excuse me, Mr. Scott Hitler."

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