"Hello, Miss Nora." Eli Smith greeted Nora Stanley calmly, his face as composed as a gentleman, showing no signs of having eavesdropped on their conversation.
After returning to the private room, Eli whispered a few words into Christopher Moore's ear, and Christopher's originally cold expression instantly became displeased, with his brows furrowed tightly.
The few executives sitting across from him thought they had done something wrong and offended the god of wealth before them.
An alarm bell went off in their hearts, and they exchanged glances.
It's over! It's over! It's over!
What should they do? A sure thing slipping away like this, they seemed to see piles of cash gradually drifting out of their sight.
Boss Cedric asked tremblingly, "Mr. Moore, may I ask if something is not to your liking? Regarding the terms of the contract, we can make modifications as needed."
