The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 633 The Choice Of course, Angela knew Smart was giving her a chance, and she wanted to take it. She wanted to defy her conscience and vote for Smart. However, whenever she was about to speak against her conscience, her throat felt blocked, as if something was preventing her from saying the words.

Angela didn't wish to speak, yet it felt like there was a lump in her throat that wouldn't go away unless she spoke out. So, after holding it in for a while, she finally let it out.

"I say the country bumpkin's cocktail is the best in the world, and I cast my vote for him!" Angela reiterated her decision.

Her words landed like a bolt from the blue on Smart, buzzing in his head like a loud echo. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to Angela, "What did you just say? Tellagain who you're voting for?" Smart's patience had reached its limit; this was his last, absolute last opportunity for Angela. If she remained stubborn and unrepentant, he would blacklist her without hesitation. It was laughably easy for him to destroy someone he had made.

For someone he spent money on to dare to betray him was unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable. Even a dog knows who its owner is-was Angela worse than a dog? "I'm voting for the country bumpkin! The country bumpkin! The country bumpkin! Because his cocktail is the tastiest! The tastiest! The tastiest!" Angela shouted as if tearing her heart apart.

After releasing this truth, in line with her conscience, Angela felt immense relief-no more tightness in her throat. Smart felt humiliated once more. His face darkened as if turning into the night itself.

"Angela, do you realize the consequences of your actions? You will be blacklisted! Plus, you owe our company a huge amount in cultivation fees and penalties. make sure our finance department reckons every last penny," Smart threatened.

After his harsh words, he turned his gaze to Daniel, who looked quite pleased with himself, laughing. Daniel's laughter was a needle to Smart, inflating his anger and frustration.

Still, Smart remained composed.

"Heh," he chuckled coldly, reducing his emotion. Then, looking at Daniel, he said with icy certainty, "Country bumpkin you surely don't think you can win, right? Even with two traitors here three votes remain. As long as the remaining three support me, you Will still lose, country bumpkin." "Retard, are you so confident that these other three votes will belong to you? What if, like the first two, all the remaining votes go to me? After all, I trust these ladies and, unler I'm mistaken, they all have a conscience," Daniel chuckled confidently.

"You can live without a face, but not without a conscience. Because once a person abandons their conscience, divine retribution is bound to follow!" Daniel advised, his gaze sweeping over Smart's forehead with a smirk of warning.

Chapter 633 The Choice Of course, Angela knew Smart was giving her a chance, and she wanted to take it. She wanted to defy her conscience and vote for Smart. However, whenever she was about to speak against her conscience, her throat felt blocked, as if something was preventing her from saying the words.

Angela didn't wish to speak, yet it felt like there was a lump in her throat that wouldn't go away unless she spoke out. So, after holding it in for a while, she finally let it out.

"I say the country bumpkin's cocktail is the best in the world, and I cast my vote for him!" Angela reiterated her decision.

Her words landed like a bolt from the blue on Smart, buzzing in his head like a loud echo. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to Angela, "What did you just say? Tellagain who you're voting for?" Smart's patience had reached its limit; this was his last, absolute last opportunity for Angela. If she remained stubborn and unrepentant, he would blacklist her without hesitation. It was laughably easy for him to destroy someone he had made.

For someone he spent money on to dare to betray him was unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable. Even a dog knows who its owner is-was Angela worse than a dog? "I'm voting for the country bumpkin! The country bumpkin! The country bumpkin! Because his cocktail is the tastiest! The tastiest! The tastiest!" Angela shouted as if tearing her heart apart.

After releasing this truth, in line with her conscience, Angela felt immense relief-no more tightness in her throat. Smart felt humiliated once more. His face darkened as if turning into the night itself.

"Angela, do you realize the consequences of your actions? You will be blacklisted! Plus, you owe our company a huge amount in cultivation fees and penalties. make sure our finance department reckons every last penny," Smart threatened.

After his harsh words, he turned his gaze to Daniel, who looked quite m pleased with himself laughing. Daniel's laughter was a needle to Smart, inflating his anger and frustration. Still, Smart remained composed.

"Heh," he chuckled coldly, reducing his emotion. Then, looking at Daniel, he said with icy certainty, "Country bumpkin you surely don't think you can win, right? Even with two traitors here three votes remain. As long as the remaining three support me, you Will still lose, country bumpkin." "Retard, are you so confident that these other three votes will belong to you? What if, like the first two, all the remaining votes go to me? After all, I trust these ladies and, unler I'm mistaken, they all have a conscience," Daniel chuckled confidently.

"You can live without a face, but not without a conscience. Because once a person abandons the conscience, divine retribution is bound to follow!" Daniel advised, his gaze sweeping over Smart's forehead with a smirk of warning. X