Is it possible that there is some deceit behind the scenes and that we are being blamed?

Wilson came to this negotiation with the idea of ​​extortion or even robbery. As a result, the other party just opened the door for you to choose from, just like selling off the property at a low price.

This feeling is more than weird, it's simply weird.

"Mr. Pushkin, I am not joking with you. I hope you will think carefully before answering my question."

Wilson came back to his senses, his tone was low and calm, as if a wild beast had emerged from its cage, and its terrifying aura covered the entire conference room.

"Don't you understand what serious consideration means?"

"Fake, why are you acting like a woman?"

Andre became impatient: "I said, no matter what your request is, I will agree to it unconditionally..."

After a pause, he looked at David, who had been watching this scene silently, as if watching a play, with a deep smile on his lips, and raised his hand and pointed:

"Besides, I'm not Pushkin, he is!"

Is there a fifth person in this room?

Wilson and Bullseye both turned their heads and found Andre's hand pointing at David.

David felt the burning and incredible gazes of the two men and responded with a shy smile.

"Ahem."

He cleared his throat and spread his hands: "Yes, I am Pushkin."

"Fake!!"

The two of them cursed in unison.

Wilson was concerned about his image and just cursed in his heart, while Bullseye didn't hide his shock and cursed out loud.

"Are you Pushkin?"

Bullseye's eyes were as wide as copper bells. He had never been so speechless in his life?
Chapter completed!