Jacob’s face turned black as thunder. Nevertheless, he bit the bullet, got into the car, and headed for the press conference venue.
On the way there, Jacob calmed down and regained his composure.
What could Arielle achieve in the end?
Even though Arielle was brilliant, she could not perform magic. For someone who had never manufactured a bionic arm before, to call for a press conference was like laying a trap for herself.
“This girl is just too gullible!” Jacob sneered. “She thinks she has made a comeback, but she doesn’t realize that without a new product to launch, the media and consumers will see it as a scam! That brat really shot herself in the foot!”
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