47: A Good Death?
Orson ignored Gabrielle and her threats, keeping his focus on slurping his noodles.
DK Group's power made framing him a trivial matter. They had crushed his reputation before; this time, Usher wanted him in jail. The essence of the strategy hadn't changed.
But Orson was sick of their games. He had suffered enough in his past life—this time, he wouldn't let himself be bullied so easily.
Gabrielle smirked, breaking his train of thought.
"Orson, you're a big deal in Infinite Dimensions, I'll give you that. If it weren't for the young master's goodwill, you wouldn't even have the privilege of sitting here negotiating with me."
Orson tilted his head mockingly. "Oh? How noble of you."
One of the bodyguards behind Gabrielle scowled and stepped forward, clearly intending to teach the disrespectful young man a lesson.
Gabrielle raised her hand, signaling for restraint. Her smile remained unshaken.
"Make your choice."