Harry Ross stood in the study, feeling extremely awkward.
He was in the midst of reporting work when he heard a noise outside.
Glancing over, Harry quickly drew the curtains.
But he was a step too late, Edwin Blake had already seen everything.
"Tomorrow, get someone to smash a hole in the wall," Edwin commanded through gritted teeth.
Harry was troubled, "This, isn't very good, President. If Madam finds out, she'll come looking for us again."
Edwin said nothing, just glared fiercely at Harry.
Harry lowered his eyes, cold sweat starting to form on his back.
He softly suggested, "President, how about this, we install a foldable ladder as high as the wall at our villa. You can then place it on the other side. Though it might be a bit of a hassle, you can step on it to get over."
Edwin nodded, "Make it quick!"
Harry bitterly thought, no matter how quickly, they still need time to build the wall on Madam's side.
What's the use of hurrying now?
