Hugo shrugged his shoulders. “Uncle Johnson. If you have lost, you have lost. You don't need to find a lousy excuse like this, do you? You sound like a sore loser.”
Johnson was pissed and mad, yet he could do nothing. Just then Thomas calmly said, “Isn’t there still 10 minutes left? The time isn't up yet, we don't need to be in such a rush.”
Hugo laughed. “Some people just won’t accept reality until it’s shoved under noses. Do you think her votes could catch up in the remaining 20 minutes? Let me tell you, not only will it not catch up, in fact, the difference will only grow larger with time!”
Suddenly, Thomas's phone rang. He picked up the call.
Ballard's soft voice rang out from the other side. “Boss, everything is ready on my end. Let’s do it?”
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