Chapter Ninety-Five

This day was getting worse.

Earlier, he was fighting the urge to cover his ears, and now, he was fighting to keep his eyes open. Mr. Glen was talking and talking. Not giving him a chance to tell him that he wasn’t buying what he was selling.

When Milton agreed to offer him money in return for getting shares in his company, he didn’t think it would be a door for Mr. Glen to propose plans for their future projects.

Seriously, the supply to East National Prison was ongoing, and if it weren’t for him, it would have failed. Hell, Gabe has been a no-show, and Tiwari was helping with the exportation, and what? Another project?

Either Mr. Glen was stupid or he thought Milton was stupid.

Milton regretted not going out with Aida to take lunch. His intestines were eating each other. Thankfully, his stomach hasn’t embarrassed him.

“Sir, isn’t that amazing?” Mr. Glen asked.

Milton almost facepalmed. Of course not! Not in a million years! He wasn’t going to accept it.

Milton would have give
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