The representative of the conference this morning was passionate about reporting the profit and the statistical data of the company it made throughout the year. Everyone that is a member of the board of directors was intent on listening and mentally contemplating what suggestions they could make. Even the chairman already has future plans for what he could do for the betterment of DC Holdings Inc.
Well, Cross Montegro was far from listening to the conference. He was playing with his pen, biting the tip of it, and then clenching his fist with it so he could express his anger silently.
What could make his handsome face disgruntled today?
He shut his eyes tightly, tightened his jaw, and glared at the projector in front of the conference table as if he could see Elizabeth’s face is displaye
