Scared, Sandra quickly stepped back, worried she might get caught in the crossfire.
Tristan, caught off guard, almost lost his balance.
"Tristan, has your brain been eaten by a dog? You think you can be the general manager? Dream on!"
At that moment, I shot him a fierce glare, but he wasn't backing down—he actually wanted to bet with me.
"Let's see who can raise the company's profits more in the next month. If I win, you'll step aside and hand me the position of general manager."
Looking at his arrogant attitude, I couldn't help but scoff. "Alright, but what happens if you lose?"
Tristan spat on the floor. "I won't lose. Just wait and see. This company needs a man to run it in the end!"
He made big promises, but with no resources to back them up. How could he possibly compete
