Lance strode out decisively.
So decisively that even Bridge found it unbelievable. The blonde secretary, about to knock on the door with coffee in hand, saw Lance walking out from inside.
She was somewhat shocked and at a loss, watching Lance press the elevator button while she peered into the room.
She didn't know whether to give the coffee to someone else or to throw it away.
In a large corporation, offering the coffee prepared for Lance to someone else, even if Lance hadn't taken a sip, would be considered extremely rude.
But the coffee was rather expensive, and she didn't know if she'd be punished for throwing it away, so she could only stand there, dazed, with no one caring about her.
In the room, Bridge was a bit puzzled, "According to the intelligence, this Lance is just a kid from a local poor family, whose only accomplishment is forming a gang?"
He felt like laughing.
Whether a gang is frightening depends on who you ask.
