Two-faced Monica

"Watson's words made me excited. He's really a natural-born leader." Zeke looked at Watson, who was distributing the Phoenix eggs, and the group of people who felt delighted and moved. He could not help but sigh.

Watson told the guards what glory should mean to them. As for the maids, Watson made them understand what it meant to survive. It was different for those two groups of people. It was hard to imagine that a ten-year-old child would have such knowledge.

As a businessman, Zeke would reward and mobilize his subordinates whenever he needed to improve their loyalty and morale. However, he did not think that he could do it to such an extent.

"It's glory, not flaunting."

Zeke took Watson's words to heart; he would say the same thing to his subordinates the next time he needed to lecture them.

"That young fellow can certainly talk. I wonder who taught him that?" Edward looked at Watson with approval and nodded. "He sounds like me when I was young."