Chapter 465: A Gift Delivered to Your Door!

"Whew… I talked so much my mouth's gone dry…" Inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Gordon Yale let out a long breath. He lifted a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, the complaint in his voice impossible to miss. He had barely managed to get Beatrice Leemin and the others out of the International Conference Center before a swarm of reporters boxed them in. It gave him a splitting headache. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and submit to an interview. During it, he laid out, in far...