The once-muted whispers turned into open chatter, and the gathered executives' excitement became almost palpable.
Some exchanged gleeful glances, already imagining the profits they'd soon be raking in.
Others openly smirked, confident that Alex had finally been forced into a corner he couldn't escape.
Yet through it all, Alex sat in his chair with the same calm, unreadable expression, his gaze flickering from face to face as though he were merely observing a mildly interesting performance.
The buzzing conversation swelled to a prak… Until a sudden voice cut through the noise like a whip crack.
"Trisha. Come here." The room fell dead silent.
Trisha stiffened as the unmistakable voice of her grandfather echoed through the air. Confused, she glanced back at him, her smile faltering slightly.
"Me?"
Old man stood at the head of the room, his eyes cold and unyielding. He said nothing more—simply waited, his expression brooking no argument.
