Phoebe Rown's eyes were filled with pleading, "Please help me a bit, boss, I know you're close with Master Ayla, please, I'm begging you."
"One month's time, how am I supposed to produce a hundred million in turnover, especially since I'm not made of iron."
"Without Master Ayla's intervention, it's very hard to reach that turnover, please, I'm begging you."
Leon Peterson watched the crocodile tears without an ounce of sympathy, shrugged and said:
"I really can't help you with this. If you need something, go to Master Ayla's office yourself. He's still here now, but might leave soon."
"Sigh."
Phoebe Rown let out a long sigh and began crying silently.
Leon Peterson felt annoyed watching her, waved his hand, "Alright, if you don't have anything else, please leave, I have things to attend to."
"President Peterson, President Peterson, boss, just hold off on kicking me out for a bit, let me ask one last question: can the time frame be slightly extended?"
