Chapter 87 The Taste of Losing Reputation

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

An exquisite crystal cup was thrown to the corner by the angry Johnson.

The bloody-red wine mixed with glass fragments scattered all over the ground like blood.

"Haven't you found Elias yet? What the hell are you doing?"

Sherrill pretended to take a step back casually.

He licked his dry lips.

"Not yet. Since he reported you yesterday, there has been no news of him."

"Then go and find him! You can't even find a person. What's the use of raising you?"

He was almost drowned in great panic, which made him extremely irritable.

At this time, any piece of bad news, even the most insignificant one.

It was no less than the bullet that shot at Ferdinand in Sarajevo, causing the first World War to explode in an instant.

There was deep impatience in Sherrill's eyes.

He had said that this kind of thing would be exposed sooner or later!

Even if Elias didn't report it, there would always be someone else.