Chapter 186
Author: Cy Pen
last update2026-01-24 23:49:44

At that moment, recognizing the urgency of his situation and the need for immediate action, the young master's uncle made his decision about how to conduct their business.

“Well, we'll handle everything right here on the phone because this matter is extremely important and time-sensitive,” he said with commanding authority.

Then his tone grew more urgent.

“And I really want you to swing into action as quickly as possible without any delays.”

The young master's uncle's voice became more strateg
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