“Thomas, who do you think you are? Wake up! You’re no longer the God of War. You can’t even find a permanent job now. Do you want to stand up to me? Are you worthy? You don’t have the power you used to have anymore!"
"Thomas Mayo, you’re nothing now!”
Thomas was not angered by Trevor's insults. He glanced at Trevor’s face coldly, like he was looking at a dead person. Then, he left without saying anything.
On the way back, Thomas made a call to Alon Fuller, Trevor’s superior, using the number that belonged exclusively to the God of War.
Ten minutes later, Trevor Drake was leaning on the couch while drinking beer in his office. The office door opened, and a muscular man walked in. It was Alon, his superior!
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