While on the phone, Anna took out a short knife and began to cut at her left hand, which was already showing signs of livor mortis. The arm the clown had created was only temporary. Once its time was up, it would die and begin to rot. It had to be severed, or the decay would spread and damage the healthy tissue.
"Failed? So you're saying all our time and effort was for nothing?"
"I always thought working with you was a high-risk, high-reward venture. I've poured more money into you than into real estate, yet to date, I haven't seen a shadow of a return."
"Your business has gotten this big, yet you have so little composure? Do you even know what preparation means?"
Sensing Wang Jian's change in mood, Anna continued to placate him. "Don't worry. This time wasn't a total loss. To put it in your terms, I'll show you some promising future prospects."
Upon hearing this, Wang Jian's tone improved significantly. "I hope so. Let's find a time to meet."
