Chapter 88

In that instant, Ronald's face, neck, and crisp white shirt were all stained with coffee. The partners sitting across from us were completely stunned, staring at me like I’d just lost my mind. Paul gasped audibly. "Mr. Wright—" But Ronald, his striking face still calm as ever, didn’t even flinch. He glanced at the partners with an unfazed look and gave a casual smile. "Apologies, Mr. Nelson. Let’s reschedule and talk another time, if that’s alright?" Steven Nelson quickly stood up, laughing awkwardly, "Of course, of course. You handle your business first. We’ll catch up later." Paul, ever tactful, stepped forward immediately. "Mr. Nelson, let me walk you out." Their footsteps faded, and Paul thoughtfully closed the door behind him. Ronald leaned back lazily on the couch, his eyes dark and unreadable as they locked onto me. The pressure coming off him was intense. "Was that a little princess tantrum? Apologize, and wipe this off me." He was the one sitting down, yet somehow his mere pre