Angelo Vander
"Is this your definition of.. good news?" I asked Dean and he nodded proudly. I turned to Chance and he was rolling his eyes.
"What? This is not a good news for you?"
"We've been creating this military jet together, Dean." Chance said and I face palmed myself.
"But not with the new MG-900." He said as he grabbed his protection glasses. He walked into the giant lab and Chance followed him.
I can't believe this man has fime to brag about his new military jet. I wonder what is his brain made of? At least, God is being fair. He only has a brain but not a heart or even a normal life.
"Yes, Jovie." I answered Jovie's call as I walked out from the lab.