Adrian, who had been holding it in for too long, silently screamed inside. He wanted to slam his head on the desk. Or slam someone else's head on the desk. Or both.
Because now there was a royal delegation waiting to be squeezed into a five-hundred-square-meter booth… while the booths around them stretched up to three or four thousand square meters?
The old geezers were folding like dry leaves under sunlight, and Adrian knew they were doomed.
Sure enough, it was the sound of the guillotine falling that came after all those words were thrown back at them.
Kyle Nox, with the same bright and innocent smile, actually said, "Chairman Lan, would it be possible to see the list of all available slots for sale?"
There was no list. Kyle knew that very well. But save for Xavier, Noah, and Ada, the rest looked genuinely excited, as if such a list really did exist.
And that stung. It stung the dignity of every official who definitely did not practice fairness during the allocation.
