"Claire, I won't beat around the bush. I'm here for one reason only—the ownership of the Red Obsidian Trading House left by my father. Will you hand it over to me?"
After saying that, she let out a contented sigh, a cold smile forming on her lips.
She had originally planned to start with some small talk, but there were too many matters left unresolved and too little time to waste.
So, instead of dragging things out, she decided to get straight to the point.
Claire showed no sign of surprise at her sudden demand, as if she had been expecting it all along.
She didn't answer right away; instead, she silently sipped her coffee. The gesture alone was enough to irritate Melinda.
