I Got Married Without You

Chapter 470

Chapter 470 James, Why Don’t 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, “Get the private jet to Washington ready.” Got it! Andrew replied then he asked, “Mr. Evans, how long do you plan to stay in Washington this trip around?” James replied without emotion. “One year.” Andrew was stunned. He couldn’t help asking out loud, staring at James blankly, “Mr. Evans, why are you staying there for so long?” James didn’t 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 Don’t You Ki ll Me understanding, so he stopped asking.

“Then I’ll get your personal belongings ready in advance tonight.” 2/4 James nodded lightly and stepped into the president’s exclusive elevator. Paul was sitting in James’ office, scrolling through his mobile phone. Seeing James entering the door, he hopped to his feet to walk towards James.

“James, didn’t we agree that Christopher shall head over to Washington to take charge of the aerospace-related matters? Why are you going over by yourself?” 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. “Why are you asking so much, do you want to tag along.?” Paul choked. “No, it’s not that, I’m not interested in aerospace…”

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.

Chapter 470 James, Why Don’t You Ki ll Me 3/4 With that, he raised his frosty eyes to look at Paul. “During my absence, I’ll leave the Evans Group to you. Now, come with me to the meeting. Within two hours, you’ll take over all the projects of the Evans Group that runs in the next one year.” When Paul heard so, he held on to prevent himself from passing out. “James, is there still time for me to apply to go to Africa?”

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. Wasn’t it just a matter of project management? How could there be anything difficult about it? In a highly technological meeting room, Paul’s 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 professionalism…… 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. Chapter 470 James, Why Don’t You K ill Me He was staring at the screen, switching languages and communicating with a group of international professionals.

4/4 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. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sitting next to him, Paul felt pressure doubled. He deeply regretted visiting his office… After James completed the meeting, he looked sideways at Paul. “Do you remember?” On Paul’s handsome face was dullness. “James, why don’t you ki l me?” James glanced at him coldly before shifting his target to Joe. “You spend a month helping him sort out.” Hearing so, Joe cast a disgusted glance at Paul. “Paul, two months, I’m afraid you won’t be able to remember it in a month.”