Chapter 135 It’s Difficult to Tolerate Each Other

John didn’t even bother to put on a façade, his face devoid of expression. Panic swamped President McCaw at his indifference. Extending a leg, he stuck it between the elevator doors. The elevator doors were gradually closing, but they then slowly opened upon sensing the obstruction. He looked at John with a smile on his face. “President Constance, let’s talk nicely, okay? I think there’s a misunderstanding between us, so I came all the way here to explain the matter.” “A misunderstanding?” John sneered, “Didn’t you contact the media for an exclusive exposé?”