Chapter 420:


    Joziah realized that getting rid of Aelfric was a Herculean task. Though feeling irritable, he had to wear a mask of cordiality since Aelfric was the patriarch of the Warren family, one of the four most influential ns in town.


    At that moment, Joziah received a message from Marissa.


    “Joziah, have you managed to get rid of Aelfric?”


    After reading the message, Joziah responded, “Not yet.”


    He then recounted his earlier conversation with Aelfric.


    Reclining on the sofa in Connor’s office, Marissa was immersed in her phone while Connor remained engrossed in his paperwork. They respected each other’s space, and the office was shrouded in stillness.


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    Upon reading Joziah’s messages, Marissa scoffed disdainfully. Aelfric dared to be angry with Joziah and attempt to intimidate Windsoul Robots so brazenly. Marissa was more than willing to put Aelfric in his ce.


    In the hush of the office, her scoff was unmistakable, causing Connor to look up from his work to check on her.


    Unperturbed by Connor, Marissa replied to Joziah, “Tell Aelfric that Dr. Finley finds him utterly repugnant. Whenever she sees him, she is filled with disgust.”


    Joziah hesitated. “Boss, are you sure about this? Aelfrices from a very influential family. Should we really provoke him so bluntly?”


    Marissa was adamant, “It doesn’t matter. Convey my message to him.”


    Joziah voiced his concerns. “I’m afraid Aelfric mightsh out in anger and seek revenge on Windsoul Robots.”


    Marissa remained unperturbed. “Let him try. I’ll see to it that he goes to Hell.”


    Sitting in the private room, Joziah read Marissa’s messages, a slight smile tugging at his lips.


    Despite her brilliance and numerous achievements, Marissa’s youthful impulsiveness often made her seem endearingly childish.


    Since Marissa was firm in her decision, Joziah saw no reason to waste more time with Aelfric.


    He put down his phone, met Aelfric’s icy gaze, and said, “Mr. Warren, since you’ve asked me directly, I’ll be equally candid.”


    Aelfric narrowed his gaze, anticipation ring in his eyes.


    Joziah dered bluntly, “Windsoul Robots refuses to coborate with Warren Group because Dr. Finley harbors deep disdain for you. The mere sight of you fills her with disgust, Mr. Warren.”


    Aelfric’s mouth fell open in shock.


    He hadn’t anticipated such a sudden disy of rudeness from Joziah.


    It dawned on him that Joziah was merely acting under Dr. Finley’s instructions. Aelfric’s mind raced with questions about Dr. Finley’s identity and the source of her animosity toward him.


    Suppressing his rising anger, he asked Joziah in a solemn tone, “Mr. Aston, could you please enlighten me on who exactly Dr. Finley is?”


    Joziah’s smile was enigmatic. “Dr. Finley is a mystery to many, including yourself. Your question is rather peculiar, Mr. Warren.”


    Aelfric’s expression turned into a sneer. “Allow me to rephrase. Why does Dr. Finley harbor such a profound dislike for me?”


    Joziah shrugged nonchntly. “I’m afraid I can’t answer that, as I’m not Dr. Finley. If you seek the truth, you’ll have to ask Dr. Finley herself.”


    “And where might I find Dr. Finley?” Aelfric pressed.


    “That, I’m afraid, is a mystery to me as well,” Joziah replied with a shrug.


    Aelfric chuckled bitterly. Suddenly, he shot a murderous gaze at Joziah as he sneered, “Dr. Finley openly opposes me. Does she not fear my retribution against Windsoul Robots? I possess myriad ways to drive Windsoul Robots from Blebert.”


    “Mr. Warren, Dr. Finley anticipated your reaction,” Joziah replied smoothly. “She asked me to convey a message: feel free to try. She’ll see to it that you go to Hell.”


    Aelfric was rendered speechless.


    Not giving him a moment to retort, Joziah stood and, with gentlemanly grace, remarked, “Take care, Mr. Warren.”


    With that, he exited the room.


    Aelfric’s face darkened ominously beneath his mask, his eyes zing with murderous intent. His hands clenched tightly on the table.


    In a sudden outburst of rage, he overturned the coffee table before him with a resounding crash.


    Just then, his phone rang. It was Derek calling.


    Scowling, he swiped to answer. “What is it?”


    In a soft, measured tone, Derek responded, “Aelfric, I seek your counsel on a matter.”


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