These issues, whether they were internal or external, all ultimately trampled on President Robinson's dignity.
As long as President Robinson remained the richest man in the capital.
And the decision-maker in the Capital Mall, these matters had to be strangled in the cradle.
Otherwise - where would his majesty as the richest man be?
After hearing President Robinson's words, Isaac Fenton glanced at the bodyguards.
This club was located right by the City Moat.
The back window led directly to the City Moat.
Isaac Fenton opened the window, and the cold air poured in, instantly sobering the minds of the well-dressed executives in the room.
Before the crowd could recover, there was a loud bang as Ella Kent was thrown into the City Moat.
The silence persisted until the cry for help faded away.
Christopher Robinson was a ruthless man.
....
In the meantime, Amelia Cobb had asked Sherwin Sutton out for dinner.
She was honest.