In the chairman’s office in Pivot Technology, Master Centipede made a pot of tea and enjoyed it alone. Before he drank more, the door was opened, and Laura walked into the office with a solemn face. Her face did not look like something good had happened.
Before she spoke, Master Centipede already asked, “What is it? What made you feel so gloomy?”
“Hmm..."
“Tell me, what is it about? Thomas Mayo or Sterling Technology?”
“Both...”
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