"Uncle, I have a question."
How is she still alive? Damn that Jacob, how dare he lie to me?!
William's smile froze, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "Eira, why are you back so soon?"
Eira looked at him calmly. "I was worried you might be overwhelmed here, so I rushed back. You're planning to go ahead with that project again?"
That question hit him hard. William felt a bit rattled but forced himself to stay composed. "Of course! We're businessmen, we can't ignore our responsibilities for short-term gains."
As soon as he said that, the reporters turned toward Eira. "Miss Johnson, are you against continuing the project because you don't care about the grassroots employees?"
William gave Eira a smug look.
He could easily use public opinion to silence those sharp
