Zi Han leaned back against her desk after hanging up the phone, her mind spinning with a hundred different questions. Why does he want to meet with me now?
The production process for the new neural repair compound had been going incredibly smooth so far. All the regulatory approvals were locked in, the clinical trial data was flawless, and the manufacturing plant was operating exactly on schedule. There were no logistical crises or budgeting issues that required a sudden, formal intervention from the top investor.
Shaking off her confusion, she had looked at her watch. "Alright," she had told Lu Bei before the call ended. "When does he want to meet?"
"Tomorrow, Monday, by 12:00 PM sharp," Lu Bei had replied, his voice uncharacteristically tense.
"Okay. I'll be there."
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