Jake handed a note with a phone number to Ronald.
He looked at the number on it and nodded, “Got it, Mr. Thomson.”
“Go ahead.” he waved his hand.
Ronald turned around and went out.
Jake pinched the bridge of his nose, he took a document and had a look at it.
Suddenly, there was a ruckus outside the office.
He frowned, “Who’s out there?”
“President Thomson, your uncle said he wants to see you.” A secretary answered.
“Uncle? Is it Danny?” Jake narrowed his eyes, “Let him in.”
“Yes sir.” The secretary responded.
The next second, the door to the office opened and a middle-aged man walked in, with anger on his face.
He walked up to Jake’s desk and slapped both hands on his desk, “What the hell do you want?”
“What do you mean?” Jake looked up at him indifferently.
Danny gave an angry grunt, “Of course it was your move to capture Tyron, why on earth did you do that? He’s your cousin!”
“Haven’t you found out what happened before you came to question me?” Jake’s eyes grew cold.