Chapter 1961

Stanson angrily swept the wine glass off the table, rubbing his face and bald forehead in frustration. "Can someone please tell me exactly who this Chandler is after?" he shouted. "Mr. Holland! Stop!" his subordinate said. "Your face will get worse!" "Get lost!" The subordinate meant well but only got a scornful look in return. "Mr. Holland!" Another of his subordinates rushed in, panting. "We found out that those two people from the underground race are with Chandler!" "Are you sure?" "Absolutely! I suspected they were all Cathayan and probably knew each other. Turns out I was right!" "Well done!" Stanson gave his subordinate an approving pat on the back before turning to the table, his hands pressing down on it as his expression darkened. "First, they cost me the rights to host the underground race. Then, they trashed my turf and stole 700 million. Chandler, I'm keeping track of everything." … Taylor and Abigail were both badly injured. Not wanting to worry their families