Chapter 392 One Minute, And You’re Bankrupt

• The curly‑haired woman heard Mark call her a dog. Her face twisted, ugly as sin. She jabbed a finger at his nose and spat, “Take a good look in the mirror before you talk. You got the nerve to call me a dog? If someone worth tens of millions is a dog, then what are you, a big man who can’t even pull together one million? Worse than a mutt?”
• Facing her screeching, Mark didn’t bother responding. He pulled out his phone and dialed.
• “Don Yun, how’s it going? How much market share does Eternal Jewelry Group still have?” Mark asked.