This was already the third time all eyes in the room had turned toward Han Dong, making him feel a little embarrassed.
Moreover, Director Charles had openly asked Han Dong to sit in the secondary seat beside him during the meeting... Thinking about it carefully, Han Dong could have coordinated with Charles in discussing the Control General Bureau even if he sat beside Mr. M.
Such a deliberate invitation,
combined with the private conversation between the two after leaving B.B.C.,
inevitably made Han Dong feel somewhat awkward.
Still, whether he would sit there in the end depended on Mr. M's opinion. After all, Han Dong was only able to attend this meeting under Mr. M's name.
At that moment, a deep, magnetic voice came from the other end of the table.
"Charles, don't tell me you're trying to steal him too? Since Mento once helped me build the Fighting Club, I'll put that thought aside for now.
But if you really intend to snatch him away, I'll be getting involved too."
To everyone's surprise, Director Charles did not even glance at the Club Boss. With an expressionless face, he said,
"I previously asked Han Dong whether he wished to become a candidate for Letter C. He rejected my proposal in person.
This time, I am merely asking him to temporarily act as my assistant for the coming meeting. There are certain details in the following discussion that require his explanation."
The atmosphere became a little awkward.
Even Miss B, who was presiding over the meeting, had never seen such a scene before,
especially since someone as normally reticent as Director Charles had actually said so much today because of an outsider.
A rare hint of a smile crossed Miss B's solemn face.
In the end, Mento naturally nodded and agreed