Orchestrated Siege

Looking at Desmond's back, Wallace knitted his brows. He somehow sensed that something was wrong, so he did not immediately follow the former.

Desmond turned around after taking a few steps. “This is an order. Do you want to disobey your superior?”

“No, I wouldn't dare.”

Instead of dwelling on it, Wallace had no choice but to follow Desmond to his office to have a meeting.

At seven o'clock in the