There was a shadow of him in those confused people.
"What are you looking at, Frank?" Mason Jones saw Franklin Brook's lips hold up a faint curve and incredulously rolled his eyes before he was surprised, "Frank, you just laughed!"
"Is this the design?" Mason glanced over it twice, "Frank, you're so great that you can finish drawing the design so quickly."
M&R Group was responsible for exploiting shopping malls and developing its industry as well. With this ghost talent of Frank, M&R would sooner or later hit the world without comparison.
"I didn't draw them. Get these designs in order and don't show them to anyone yet." Franklin handed the pages to Mason, casually taking the phone and thumbed the answer button.
A paragraph of insults and abetment immediately came from the other side.
[Franklin is a jerk!
[Franklin is just playing with you...]
The messy noises are hard to distinguish, but he can still notice Christine Stock's aggrieved cries.
His handsome, starry eyebrows suddenly exuded an air of lifelessness and cold reserve, and all his attention focused on the voice popping out of the phone.