Chapter 311: Everything is destined; nothing is controlled by us!_2

"Take them away first? Haha, Mr. Nicholas, you Americans are famously shameless. Don't come to me with those empty promises, or else I'll chop the bodies up and sell them to feed the pigs to the farmers in Texas."

Slam!

After hanging up, Victor looked at his secretary, Krista Schroeder, and teased, "A nation born of swindlers and bastards and I was convinced of their morals—do they even possess such a thing?"

Krista Schroeder smiled, but her smile was somewhat rigid.

"Is something on your mind?" Victor suddenly asked, picking up a Camel cigarette from the desk, propping his elbows on the surface, and lighting it with a suave flick of a lighter.

Then, tossing the lighter onto the table, he looked at her, "Don't hide it from me."

He had noticed her mood was off, but who the hell cares about a woman's feelings in the middle of a war?

There are always a few days like that.

But now, with the gloom on his shoulders gone, Victor felt up to asking a few more questions.