C4867 I Predicted Your Prediction

Elena felt like she had fucked a dog.

But what could she do?

Now, Oman was the boss.

And she was just a bitter worker.

Clenching her teeth, Elena took out pen and paper and started writing.

"The first one is Lawrence, the big boss of fast food. . . "

"The second one is Dunpton, the Wall Street tycoon. . . "

"The third one. . . "

One, two, three. .