"Dammit! That bastard Justin Battleson, he actually manipulated me!"
Everything on hand was swept onto the carpet, and although Leon Battleson tried his best to control his facial expression, the hateful look was unmistakenly evident in his eyes.
But in the end, he was careless this time.
He originally thought he could strike a severe blow to Justin Battleson, but now he's been turned around and taken advantage of.
"What about Grayson Howard?"
Leon Battleson looked coldly at the butler beside him, icy words spilling from his lips.
Seeing Leon Battleson's expression, the butler couldn't help but feel nervous, but he still handed over the things in his hand to Leon Battleson.
"He's already left Druarus, this is the design draft he handed over."
However, for Leon Battleson, the items the butler gave him now were useless, no different from a few pieces of waste paper.
