A Life Debt Repaid

Chapter 1370

Gilbert fell back on his seat just then, too furious to say a word.

Ken Loggins, who sat beside him, said, “Sam, your father’s still in the hospital and the company’s a mess—you shouldn’t mess with us right now. We are trying to find a solution, but there’s just nothing we can do right now.”

“Once again, I’m here in earnest to manage Saunderia. I’m not here to mess around,” Sam said bluntly. “Why else do you think a playboy like me would sit with you geezers for so long, suffering your contempt?”

Quinn watched as the twentyish board members scowled.

They were elite business folk, only for Sam to call them geezers!

Sam took no notice-or never realized that they were all glowering at him-and continued without a care. “Since none of you have any solutions, why not try what I suggested?”

trying!” Gilbert could not help

you spoke of, the superiority of his position and

do you mean by ‘what if he isn’t’?” Gilbert scoffed, having no

is the leading global authority, we can just partner with him or offer a joint venture for our car project. Those cars would end

the board members seemed to be stunned by

there was no question

should sell their new energy powered cars and to have the public acknowledge that there were no issues with their technology. A joint venture had never crossed their minds- if the other side agreed to it, their technological issues

a better team working on

or less agreed to Sam’s idea but still asked, “ Even if that’s our way out, what guarantee do we have that Damian

guarantee?” Sam asked in return, shrugging. “There’s none in anything, is there? Or are you suggesting that we shouldn’t do it just because we don’t have any? In that case, has anyone anticipated the quality of the cars we produced to be called into question? That the financial pressure could be a cause for our bankruptcy?! Nothing is ever guaranteed— the