Anna turned her head, facing the shareholders in front of her.
"Gentlemen, many of you were invited by my elders to join the 'Oil Painting' magazine, and your academic achievements stand as examples to us all, as my predecessors and teachers."
"My elders trust you, and I respect you."
"At this moment, the 136-year history and fate of 'Oil Painting' magazine are in your hands. I don't wish to talk about how the ancestors of the Ilyena family are watching over us from the Celestial Kingdom, such empty words. As respected scholars, I believe my predecessors understand better than I what the true soul of this magazine is. Are we truly going to abandon years of persistence for momentary financial gain?"
Anna clasped her hands and placed them on her knees, bowing deeply to the shareholders beside the table.
"I plead with you, my elders, help me, please."
"Stop trying to play the pity card and morally blackmail us..." Hellefi muttered.
