#Chapter 164: A Woman’s Perspective

Hannah “Pre… Preposterous?” The word felt like venom on my tongue. The boardroom had gone so silent you could hear a pin drop; even Noah began to shift uncomfortably beside me, although when I looked over at him for support, he just gave me a tiny nod—a silent encouragement. I supposed that was exactly what I needed right now, even though I really just wanted him to do all the talking for me. “Explain what you mean, Leonard,” I said, my earlier polite tone suddenly giving way to a colder, more authoritative one. Leonard leaned forward, his eyes narrowing to slits. The sunlight streaming through the large windows cast harsh shadows across his aged face, making him look even more intimidating. “Gladly. Firstly, $50,000 is an absurdly lofty amount to fundraise in a single night. Secondly, the opera troupe you mentioned is notoriously selective about their performances. And lastly, renting out the entire opera house would be exorbitantly costly, not to