"President Grant, didn't you say you were going to give us an explanation? What is the meaning of this?"
Phoebe Ainsworth's subordinate boldly spoke up, casting a worried glance at the young lady beside him.
'If Miss Ainsworth faints at his company, won't headquarters have his head?'
In reality, Phoebe Ainsworth wasn't as fragile as he imagined.
She remembered this was a company meeting. She couldn't bring shame to the Ainsworth family. Throwing the water cup at the screen had already been a lapse in composure; she absolutely could not make the same mistake again.
She thought of the skincare products in the hospital, then looked up at the man on the screen. Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she said, "Alright. I will certainly require an explanation, but the meeting is what's important right now. I have no further issues on my end. Please, let's continue."
