Warlord

“People will think that old Bruce died of a heart attack, because he shouldn’t have drunk so much alcohol. His heart, which is about to go to waste, can’t bear such an intense stimulation.” It was as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

“Do as you say, Pera, and do it well!”

“As you command, boss!”

Pella quietly backed away, and Theon’s fingers moved quickly across the computer’s light screen. Another already designed program immediately replaced the original system, in which Theon had the highest priority. As such, the documents that were rejected previously were immediately approved by Sean himself.

Shane had always had the ambition to replace Bruce, but he didn’t do it. For one thing, it wasn’t necessary, and for another, Old Bruce sometimes helped Sean out of some minor trouble. But now it was different. Remter was going to be an efficient machine, and Sheehan would not allow old parts like Bruce to interfere with the operation of the machine.

From today onwards, he would firmly grasp the power in his hands, even if the price was endless blood!

There was no hesitation in Shane’s eyes. No one who hesitated could accomplish anything important, just like Old Bruce. The end result for such a person was to be eliminated by the times, turning into a corpse in one’s own residence.

In this respect, he felt that he and Zero were the same kind of person. As long as they decided to do something, they wouldn’t spare any effort to accomplish it.

Theon walked to the office window, his steaming cup in his hand, and faced north.