Chapter 4

In the conference room.

Mr. Davies paced nervously, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

Tiffany, meanwhile, impatiently touched up her makeup, grumbling incessantly.

"Dad, the boss of Stellar Group has way too much nerve, doesn't she? Making us wait this long!"

"This miserable conference room is freezing! They won't even offer water? What kind of service is that?!"

Mrs. Davies was fanning herself beside them.

"Exactly! Tiffany is a delicate flower; what if she catches a cold?"

"Once we get the financing, we'll teach this arrogant company a lesson it won't forget!"

From behind the one-way glass, I coldly observed…