The thought flashed, but he didn’t take it seriously. He casually replied, “It was a stranger.”

He put down his mobile phone and left his office to go to the meeting.

Although the branch company of the Sterling pack in Arcadia was not as big as Wolverly Capital’s Sterling pack headquarters, it still occupied a full building on East Street.

Today, Jackson was holding a general meeting. Dozens of people in professional attire and carrying laptops went upstairs one after another.

In a short while, the large conference room was full of people who were waiting on Jackson.

His head had better get itself right, and fast.

I sat in...