Chapter 73: Everyone Played Their Hand, and Holden Quiney Arrived in Marina

On the third floor, inside Brocade Hall, the door shut behind them. Silence filled the private dining room for a full ten seconds. Vice President Farrell's composure finally cracked. He slapped his chopsticks onto the table, rattling the cups. "Director Showyer, where was that 'easy to work with' man you promised me?" Sweat beaded at Director Showyer's temples. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. "Mr. Farrell, River Lyson has always been a little…" "A little what? Arrogant?" Vice...