Chapter 425

At last, Joel finished letting out his anger and collapsed onto the sofa as his chest heaved. A long while later, he seemed to calm down enough as he lit a cigarette and fell deep into thought. Eventually, he called out, "Jar!" Jar Wattmen, Joel's secretary, hurried inside from where he had been hiding, trembling from head to toe. "Yes, Mister William? What can I do for you?" "Call Borghetti. Tell him I need to see him. It's urgent," said Joel. Jar immediately whipped out his phone and did as he was told. Joel's expression was ashen then as he fumed, "How dare you do this to me, Maniac. Well, I won't be playing nice either. Don't fault me for that." Just then, over at a random building. A crowd of property owners was gathered in front of the sales department, protesting at the top of their lungs and waving flags demanding that their properties be handed over to them on time and their losses be compensated. It had been three years overdue, and none of the property owners had re