The current situation of Charming Group makes it entirely impossible to act like Bowe Group last year, casually dissatisfied and buying an entire company in one go.
Thinking of this, Old Master Collins' gaze grew darker and more foreboding.
The few people seated on the sofa kept their heads bowed low.
The air seemed filled with countless invisible needles, pricking at the nape of everyone's neck, unbearable and haunting.
The aura of authority amassed through decades of business experience emanated from the elderly man in his eighties.
"Why so silent now? During the meeting earlier, weren't you all righteous and vociferous?"
Fiona Wallace lowered her head even further.
"Speak!"
A thunderous roar erupted, causing the assistants and secretary waiting outside to tremble involuntarily.
