345: Huaxi Huaxi: Let's keep a low profile_1
The assistant suppressed his doubts and turned to leave.
Just as he reached the door, the cold voice echoed again in the air.
"Wait a moment."
The assistant stopped in his tracks.
Well, well.
Finally, the man seemed to remember that he had something to tell him.
"Sir." The assistant turned around and looked at Terrence Lentz.
Terrence Lentz snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray, his thin lips parting slightly, "Tell Suen not to take himself too seriously."
The grudge between him and Suen couldn't be covered by a word or two.
Back then, when Viola Thompson fell into a coma, he had looked for Suen day and night, and he was brushed off with a mere assistant.
In his helplessness.
He could only turn to Nathaniel Besian.
Now she needs help and she comes?
Does she think he can be summoned and dismissed at her whim?
Fortunately, Viola Thompson was eventually safe and unharmed.
If not, he would've loathed Suen deeply.
The assistant nodded, "Alright."