Justin Campbell's face instantly turned pale as paper, with cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
He thought today's meeting was going to be a sure success.
But in the blink of an eye, all hope shattered like a bubble.
Panicking, he hurriedly got up and took two steps forward.
"Mr. Sterling, I'm really sorry, I acted impulsively. I... I know I shouldn't have interrupted you, but I really meant no harm. I just wanted to show sincerity."
"But our tech project really has a huge market potential."
Tristan raised his hand and made a "shut up" gesture.
"Good projects are everywhere, and there are plenty of people seeking investment every day. You guys? Not qualified."
Before the words were fully spoken, he grabbed Vivian's wrist and turned to leave.
Vivian stumbled, her foot slipping as she nearly missed her step.
She could only stagger along with his pace.
She hadn't even had time to react to what was happening before being yanked out of the club's door.
