Humph! Now that my daddy seeks my mommy, I'm leaving with them!” With those words, Qbot abruptly went offline and vanished. The entire tech wall reverted to a flat gray hue. In a panic, Jefferson pounded on the walls, yelling and cursing, frantically attempting to resurrect Qbot.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeeing this, Marcel offered a sympathetic yet scornful reminder, “Mr.
Foster, don’t exert yourself. Qbot’s main program was extracted when Mr. Bryant departed. It left a subsidiary program here merely to accompany us, the remaining personnel. Now that you enrage it, naturally, it won't return.” Regret washed over Jefferson, but he was powerless. After a long silence, he clenched his teeth and reassured himself, “It's just a flawed Al. Even though it’s gone, | don’t give a damn. The Bryant Group has other Lucrative projects!” As long as he could recoup his investment, he wouldn't consider it a total loss! Reflecting on the next significant Bryant Group project, second only to Qbot, there was the partnership with Universe Group on the Smart City and CBD development scheme. Jefferson regained his composure, spun around, and exited the lab to arrange a meeting with Universe Group for their joint venture.
He figured it was not over yet. Once he recovered the investment, the Bryant Group would eventually be his! The tumult within the Bryant Group had no bearing on Marco.
Currently, in a private club Located on a bustling Vagow street, three men were convening after a considerable B hiatus.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis club was Marco's personal property, its finances circumventing the ninja Bryant Group, thus its ownership remained a secret to many.
Inside the private room, Jimmie produced a pile of documents from his briefcase, adjusted his gold-rimmed spectacles, and cast a smile at the man lounging nonchalantly on the sofa.
“Marco, I've inked all the contracts for the new recruits at Solar Company's Laboratory, consistent with the previous agreements at the Bryant Group. Care to review them?” Marco dismissed the offer with a shake of his head, replying composedly, “You manage it. | trust your judgment.” Jimmie chuckled, tidied the documents, snatched a glass of Liquor from Slater's grasp, and sprawled leisurely on the sofa. “Given the mass exodus of Bryant Group employees, they'll be reluctant to approve any more resignations without scrutiny. If anyone wants to resign from the