"Continue."
Seraphina Redgrave sat in her seat and opened the file on the table.
The man sitting to her left suddenly leaned over the table, facing her, his arm casually placed on the surface.
His slender fingers were very close to Seraphina Redgrave, as if he could reach out and touch her at any moment.
Due to the seating arrangement, no one could see Ethan Sterling's expression clearly, only Seraphina Redgrave saw it clearly—he was looking at her.
People below exchanged playful glances, none of them expected to witness such shocking gossip about their leader during a meeting.
Seraphina Redgrave scanned Ethan Sterling's eyes and spoke coldly, "Regarding the issue of sharing competition resources with the Elite Society, I've thought about it. The Defiance Society's popularity will eventually decline, and once that day comes, we'll be crushed by the consortium. So..."
