The son, from the moment he came in, his father was kneeling here, and he was leaning against the wall, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Jack glanced at Vecchia Signora, pressed his eyelids, and kept his mouth shut.

"You're wrong. Project T is your father's and my lifelong efforts. Since you took over the business of Project T, the performance has been declining. It's time to take it back and reorganize it."

Vecchia Signora got up, "Book a ticket for the boss and leave tonight. Don't kneel here, go back and pack your luggage."

Vecchia Signora had made up her mind and the result could not...