Smith was still struggling. Who was she and how dare she speak to him so imprudently? "Do you know who I am? How dare you say such ruthless things!"
Hearing this, Bo Jiu smiled. "Smith, you started off in the oil industry and now your company isn't too bad but your methods are a little dirty. For instance, you dabble into other businesses while drilling for oil."
When Smith heard the latter half of the sentence, his face suddenly turned pale and he narrowed his eyes.
"Just now, you asked if I know who you are." Bo Jiu tilted her head. "Now it's my turn to ask you, do you know who I am?"
Smith was not sure of her identity and hence didn't understand how this youngster knew anything about him.
"Remember this name." Bo Jiu raised her hand and wrote a letter on his chest with spray paint, her voice slow as she said, "Z."
