Chapter 388

Emilia's eyes widened. "Stan, don't sell yourself short. "You booked the meeting room for us, helped me clean up, and even brought fruit and beverages... Meanwhile, some people just show up to enjoy it and don't even bother to say thanks. "And when you spoke to him earlier, he barely even acknowledged you." She was clearly displeased. Stanley sighed indulgently. "We shouldn't get caught up in these things." "No! I'm going to get caught up in it. "Someone here is acting all high and mighty in front of us. Even you, the son of the richest man, didn't show up with a servant." Her comments about me dripped with sarcasm. Stanley, as usual, responded with a few soft, nonchalant remarks, gently urging her not to overreact while subtly reminding everyone of his own efforts. Dennis frowned, his eyes scanning the room. Another lady with black-rimmed glasses kept her head down, engrossed in her materials as if the petty drama unfolding around her had nothing to do with