Chapter 841 Mr. Goodwell, Rest Easy
- “Looks like you didn’t take my warning to heart.”
- Staring at Wu Jianlin kneeling in front of him, his mind clearly wandering, Eric Goodwell knew his earlier words had mostly gone in one ear and out the other. He sighed, reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his phone, found a contact, and dialed straight away.
- “Hahahaha!”