STATURE

[ELRIC EXELON POV]

San Francisco, California

While waiting at the conference room for the Director of Federal Aviation Administration, he looked at the screen of his phone with the number of the spy. Investigating Zhang's lawyer, Mr. Hao would be futile. Not only did the old man appear loyal, but he would be just another puppet of the witch like Li Jun.

And he needed someone who he could convince to turn over his side. Someone with the knowledge that could topple the heiress out of her position as CEO.

The glass door of the conference room unfolded and a man in a blue suit appeared. The white hair and thin mustache made him look formidable but when he flashed a smile, it brightened his whole face like Santa Claus.

"Mr. Exelon, glad to see you, my boy!" the director greeted. "I knew one day you would want to venture into aviation."

"Like Elon Musk?"