Such incompetence. Only good for making a mess.
Quentin Ford's expression remained neutral, but a grim chill settled in his heart.
He had warned them time and time again not to slip up, yet they still made a mistake, allowing someone to notice something was amiss.
On the projection, Zoe Pierce and her team were still chatting idly. Quentin Ford's dark, unreadable gaze remained fixed on them for a long time.
'How many times has it been?'
'The third time.'
'Every time something went wrong, it was because of them.'
He rarely admired anyone, but Zoe Pierce was an exception. And yet, like a thorn in his side, they blocked his path time and time again.
His clenched fist suddenly relaxed. Quentin Ford rubbed his knuckles.
'The five of them are too much in the spotlight now. Every move they make is scrutinized, making it difficult to act.'
'I'll wait. An opportunity will come eventually.'
