Time passed by, but one of them was burning with anxiety.
With her hands clasped together, Mena kept staring at Cos.
She knew better than anyone else what was more important. She really didn't want Cos to be in danger.
Over the years, they had a good relationship with Francis, but she wouldn't agree to let Cos be Francis's subordinate.
She didn't want her old friend to grovel.
Although she knew that Francis treated his men well
However, they had to rely on him, and everything had to be carefully considered.
Compared with them, Francis looked calm. He was sitting in the upper seat.
Francis was very calm.
He was not in a hurry at all. He was calmer than the other two people.
He was very patient, just like an innate hunter, quietly waiting for his prey.
Francis understood that. After all, he wouldn't do anything at a loss.
Cos was strong, he was still a little weaker than him.