Chapter 67
Bodyguards with black suits and earpieces entered the building, lining up into two groups. Employees looked at their direction with curiosity and whispered guesses at each other.
"Who's coming?"
"The chairman?"
They all waited until an old man entered the building. He walked in the path between the lined-up guards with his secretary on his tail. The man has hawk eye, royalty nose, thin lips, and mushy brows. Despite the wrinkles on his skin, the freckles on his chest and the bending of his pose caused by long years, he is still a man who oozes dignity and authority. An old man which let people think: 'He probably so handsome during his youthful days', but they won't approach him.
He has that cold and unapproachable aura that hinder others from talking to him, or even just looking at his eyes. He never smiles, and when he does, the creep always comes next. This stern man known for his serious and unsympathetic personalities is the chairman of Crimson Meadow, Falcon.
With cold

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