Chapter 470 James, Why Donât You Ki ll Me
At the Evans Group, a dozen luxury cars were parked at the
door.
With a cold face, James exited the car and walked towards his office, striding his slender legs.
Andrew, who followed closely behind, keenly noticed that he was walking in a hurry, so he hurried to catch up with a group of bodyguards.
As James walked, he gave Andrew an order in a cold voice, âGet the private jet to Washington ready.â
Got it! Andrew replied then he asked, âMr. Evans, how long do you plan to stay in Washington this trip around?â
James replied without emotion. âOne year.â
Andrew was stunned. He couldnât help asking out loud, staring at James blankly, âMr. Evans, why are you staying there for so long?â
James didnât respond, but no light seemed to be able to penetrate his indifferent eyes.
Seeing him in such a state, Andrew seemed to have come to an
Chapter 470 James, Why Donât You Ki ll Me understanding, so he stopped asking.
âThen Iâll get your personal belongings ready in advance tonight.â
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James nodded lightly and stepped into the presidentâs exclusive elevator.
Paul was sitting in Jamesâ office, scrolling through his mobile phone. Seeing James entering the door, he hopped to his feet to walk towards James.
âJames, didnât we agree that Christopher shall head over to Washington to take charge of the aerospace-related matters? Why are you going over by yourself?â James took off his suit, placed it on the sofa, and turned to sit at a U-shaped desk. He picked up the cup of coffee ready at the desk and took a sip before raising his eyes to give Paul an indifferent glance. âWhy are you asking so much, do you want to tag along.?â Paul choked. âNo, itâs not that, Iâm not interested in aerospaceâ¦â
James raised his fingers to turn on the computer, his eyes skimming through the latest financial report data. After swiftly scanning it through, he sent a message to the group of executives for a meeting before turning off the computer.
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With that, he raised his frosty eyes to look at Paul. âDuring my absence, Iâll leave the Evans Group to you. Now, come with me to the meeting. Within two hours, youâll take over all the projects of the Evans Group that runs in the next one year.â
When Paul heard so, he held on to prevent himself from passing out. âJames, is there still time for me to apply to go to Africa?â
There were countless projects of the Evans Group in the local region. In recent years, they were starting to enter the European and Canadian markets with overwhelming momentum that no one could compare. How could it be possible for him to take over such a terrifyingly large organization as a mere programmer?
James got up, and when he brushed by, shot him a cold glare. With just one look, Paul obediently followed him. Wasnât it just a matter of project management? How could there be anything difficult about it? In a highly technological meeting room, Paulâs eyes were on countless executives reporting on the progress of their respective projects, all dazed and not being able to understand a word.
What puzzled him was not only the languages of countless countries, but also the professionalismâ¦â¦
He averted his head to look over at the man sitting in the main seat, leaning back on the chair with his head slightly tilted.
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He was staring at the screen, switching languages and communicating with a group of international professionals.
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Paul gasped in his heart. As expected of James, if it were him, he would never be able to switch languages so smoothly.
Yet, James could not only do it at will, but also use extremely professional terms to raise the problems existing in cach project and how they should be amended.
Sitting next to him, Paul felt pressure doubled. He deeply regretted visiting his officeâ¦
After James completed the meeting, he looked sideways at Paul. âDo you remember?â
On Paulâs handsome face was dullness. âJames, why donât you
ki l me?â
James glanced at him coldly before shifting his target to Joe. âYou spend a month helping him sort out.â
Hearing so, Joe cast a disgusted glance at Paul. âPaul, two months, Iâm afraid you wonât be able to remember it in a month.â