Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

At the Knight pack, a dozen luxury cars were parked at the door.

With a cold face, Griffon exited the car and walked towards his office, striding.

his legs.

Andre, who followed closely behind, keenly noticed that he was walking in a hurry, so he hurried to catch up with a group of bodyguards.

As Griffon walked, he gave Andre an order in a cold voice, "Get the private jet to Washington ready.

Got it! Andre replied then he asked,

"Alpha Knight, how long do you plan to stay in Washington this trip around?"

Griffon replied without emotion. "One

year."

Andre was stunned. He couldn't help asking out loud, staring at Griffon

blankly, "Alpha Knight, why are you

staying there for so long?"

Griffon didn't respond, but no light

seemed to be able to penetrate his eyes.

Seeing him in such a state, Andre

seemed to have come to an

understanding, so he stopped asking.

"Then I'll get your personal belongings ready in advance tonight." Griffon nodded lightly and stepped into the president's exclusive elevator. Preston was sitting in Griffon' office, scrolling through his mobile phone. Seeing Griffon entering the door, he hopped to his feet to walk towards Griffon.

""Griffon, didn't we agree that

Christopher shall head over to

Washington to take charge of the

aerospace-related matters? Why are you

going over by yourself?"

Griffon took off his suit, placed it on the

sofa, and turned to sit at a U-shaped

desk.

He picked up the cup of coffee ready at the desk and took a sip before raising

his eyes to give Preston an indifferent glance.

"Why are you asking so much, do you want to tag along.?"

Preston choked. "No, it's not that, I'm not interested in aerospace..."

Griffon raised his fingers to turn on the computer, his eyes skimming through the latest financial report data.

After swiftly scanning it through, he sent

a message to the group of executives

for a meeting before turning off the

computer.

With that, he raised his frosty eyes to look at Paul. "During my absence, I'll leave the Knight pack to you. Now, come with me to the meeting. Within two hours, you'll take over all the projects of the Knight pack that runs in the next one year." When Preston heard so, he held on

to prevent himself from passing out.

"Griffon, is there still time for me to apply to go to Africa?"

There were countless projects of the Knight pack in the local region. In recent

years, they were starting to enter the

European and Canadian markets with overwhelming momentum that no one

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How could it be possible for him to take over such a terrifyingly large organization as a mere programmer?

Griffon got up, and when he brushed by, shot him a cold glare.

With just one look, Preston obediently followed him. Wasn't it just a matter of project management? How could there be anything difficult about it?

In a highly technological meeting room, Preston's eyes were on countless

executives reporting on the progress of their respective projects, all dazed and not being able to understand a word.

What puzzled him was not only the languages of countless countries, but also the professionalism...

He averted his head to look over at the man sitting in the main seat, leaning back on the chair with his head slightly

tilted.

He was staring at the screen, switching languages and communicating with a group of international professionals.

Preston gasped in his heart. As expected of Griffon, if it were him, he would never

be able to switch languages so smoothly.

Yet, Griffon could not only do it at will, but also use extremely professional terms to raise the problems existing in each project and how they should be amended. Sitting next to him, Preston felt pressure doubled. He deeply regretted visiting his

office...

After Griffon completed the meeting, he looked sideways at Paul. "Do you remember?"

On Preston's handsome face was

dullness. "Griffon, why don't you kill me?"

Griffon glanced at him coldly before

shifting his target to Joe. "You spend a month helping him sort out."

Hearing so, Joe cast a disgusted glance at Preston. "Preston, two months, I'm afraid you won't be able to remember it

in a month."

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