Chapter 99

Genevieve was attending the meeting as a business partner. Anya spoke first, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. She greeted, "Are you Cen? I've heard so much about you." Genevieve remained composed and simply nodded slightly. "Nice to meet you." As the meeting ended, the atmosphere was difficult to describe. The room gradually emptied, but Anya stayed behind. She walked up to Genevieve, her gaze slowly raking over the latter, studying her from head to toe. She said, "Ms. Whitfield, I don't care how the internet portrays you and Tristan, but you'd better understand your place." She extended a finger, her nail painted a deep crimson, and tapped the empty seat beside Tristan. She added, "The seat next to Tristan has never been something an outsider could covet. We grew up together. Our families are well-matched. You know what I mean, right?" It was a blunt declaration of possession. Upon hearing that, Genevieve chuckled. "May I ask in what capacity you're saying all of this to