Adam Sinclair's left cheek muscle twitched and bulged, as if he was desperately holding back some emotion. His gaze darkened as he swept over the person on the ground, found a place to sit, and directly ordered the big guys behind him, "Lift him up and wake him up!"
"Yes, President Sinclair!" Two muscular bodyguards came in, one lifted the unconscious Austin Harper from the ground like a sack of rotten mud, and the other found a bucket of ice water prepared beforehand in the corner, mercilessly pouring it over Austin Harper's head—
It was right at the time of the season's change from summer to autumn, and the weather was starting to cool. Anyone getting drenched with a bucket of ice water like that, as long as they're not dead, would feel a chill to the bone!
Sure enough, the previously unconscious man let out a scream and opened his eyes.
He hadn't yet figured out his situation when he heard someone order, "Give Young Master Harper a good reception first!"
"Yes!"
