25| Rising tension.

"Fuck!" Axel exclaimed when he opened the boxes and saw for himself that, truly, the ingredients were not printed on the bottles.

How are they going to sell these to customers? No one is going to buy if they don’t know the content of what they are purchasing.

He turned to look at the warehouse manager, the fire burning under his eyes so palpable as he spoke. "What are these products still doing here? Get the truck ready and let’s return them to the printing company."

Raking his fingers through his hair, he blew out a frustrated breath, and regrets washed through him.

All this mess wouldn't have happened if he had taken the product launch to the company's headquarters in New York. They had their own printing company there, and something like this had never happened.

If he would remain in London, he had to make sure that he builds a printing company for perfect touch.

He hoisted his head up to see that the warehouse manager was still standing there.

"Why are you not getting the tru