At this time, Leighton bore the face of one who was questioning Harvey in the name of justice and one who would have his vengeance soon. After all, he had just been kicked out of Country H Commercial by Harvey earlier.

He didn't expect to be able to collect that debt so soon. It hadn't even been a week yet, and he already had a chance to humiliate Harvey—to make Harvey suffer a fate worse than death.

In such a situation, Leighton was delighted.

The men following him were turncoats like him, and all of them looked at Harvey with eyes full of disdain.

Harvey raised his head and looked at them with contempt. If there were people he hated more than the Islanders, it had to be these traitorous scumbags. They all believed they were better than others after they became the Islanders' hounds.

In truth, they had no use at all other than being used to repulse their own country and people.

"The assistant-chairman… Oh, wait. I forgot, You're no longer one," Harvey calmly said. "You're now ju