George quickly jerked the phone away from his ear, frowning. "Mr. Gibson, are you trying to make me deaf?"

Then, something suddenly clicked in his mind. "Wait, what were you saying about Felix?"

"Felix never lost his martial arts—did you know about this all along?" Ryan demanded.

George was stunned, and his eyes turned cold. "Don't push it too far, Mr. Gibson. Felix's body was damaged after that heroic act, and you're still trying to cause trouble for him? He's not as simple as you think."

Ryan froze for a moment before replying, "It seems like you knew his true identity and set me up on purpose. But forget it—it was my fault for getting involved. Everything's fine now, so let's talk when we meet."

After the call ended, George's confusion only deepened. He wondered what Ryan was talking about. Just then, a voice broke the silence.

"If your father's letting you handle such a big contract with me, he must be planning to hand over more responsibilities."

George quickly stood up wi