The overwhelming problems kept piling up as Jetro dealt with the growing crowd trying to stay in the building, the thick ice forming on the rooftop, the unknown beast lurking nearby, and now the government with its hidden agenda.
If Elena and Ethan had known about his dilemma, they probably would've laughed—at least they wouldn't be the only ones dealing with all this trouble.
"Where exactly are they now?"
"They said they'll wait for you on the Paradise shop floor. And…"
"Go on, say it."
"They told you to hurry up..."
Jetro raised his brows, showing no anger. This so-called 'government' clearly had a plan.
However, the core members felt a bit upset—those officers were acting like they owned the place and did not even show the manager basic respect.
"Bring them here. If they refuse to cooperate and try to cause trouble, throw them out," Jetro instructed, then added with a sneer, "Politely."
The resident nodded and was about to leave when Jetro called him back.
