Harry's cold, dark eyes landed on Ruby.
His gaze was casual but it carried a frost that shut her up before she could even speak.
A thin sheen of sweat beaded on Ruby's forehead.
She'd almost forgotten the man in front of her, someone who held the power of life and death, did not like being questioned.
She opened her mouth to explain, but Harry's icy voice cut through the room: "Since when can't I even approve a design? Ruby, as the design director of Luke Group, surely you have more grace than this. Or are you just angry because someone else's work outshines yours?"
Ruby went pale. She'd crossed a line.
Cold sweat slipped down her temple as she hurried to explain, "No, that's not what I meant, Harry. It's just... my skills aren't that good yet."
Harry said nothing more and turned to leave the meeting room.
