Anselme's comment wasn't hard to figure out—everyone in the room got the implication immediately.
Simon's expression turned icy, his usual composure replaced by a chilling glare.
In the past, he couldn't care less about Anselme's insulting remarks. After all, human nature was what it was—petty jealousy often made people lash out, especially when they couldn't have what they wanted.
But now, looking at Amelia's restrained expression, her lips pressed tightly together, Simon couldn't help but feel a flicker of irritation rise within him.
"If President Anselme has too much free time, I can find something to keep you busy."
Anselme's smirk almost faltered, his face stiffening. It took him a few moments to regain his composure before he sneered, "Simon, you're really going to f
