"Looks like I didn't misunderstand." Charles turned his head slightly and whispered.
"Misunderstand what?" Iris was puzzled.
"You didn't want my help and wanted to handle them on your own." Charles' voice carried a hint of amusement. "Someone next to me was whispering about how impressive you are."
"You said I could stick to my own ways." Iris' previous frustration vanished, and she shrugged. "This is my way."
"Of course, this place allows for personality, at least the personality of an Ortega." Charles also shrugged.
"There are only a few families with or about to have partnerships with the Ortegas, and you need to handle those relationships carefully. The Cargill family, which has been declining for the past five years, isn't one of them."
"Oh? Windsor spoke as if she knew you well
