Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Chapter 1840

Tyler confidently took his place at the head of the conference table, holding a laser pointer in his hand. He tapped it against the large screen behind him and began, "These patent reports have never been disclosed to the public. Each of you has a different report, so if anyone leaks information about our patents, we can trace it back immediately. Whether it ends up being an internal issue or something for the authorities to handle, that's up to you."

The situation was straightforward, yet it made everyone take a sharp breath. As some people couldn't resist glancing at others' reports, they were quickly covered up. No one wanted to get caught up in any scandal.

"At International Glamour, we pride ourselves on stability and originality. We absolutely will not tolerate any form of plagiarism. Since this is a partnership, we will ensure that mutual interests are protected."

Tyler's words struck a chord with everyone; no one was indifferent about their own interests.

"If we have the evidence, why not release it to clarify things?" Wyatt chimed in, still irked about the earlier incident where Fiona had reprimanded Pearl. He wasn't about to miss a chance to catch Fiona in a slip-up.

"Good question. Wyatt, you sure know how to hold a grudge," Tyler chuckled, giving the screen a firm tap. "Everyone knows about fishing. When the fish bites, when is the best time to reel it in?"

Everyone in the room was sharp; Tyler's words made sense even to the least savvy person there, let alone this group of astute board members. Would anyone dare sit here so confidently without a good head on their shoulders?

to betray, and some eyes turned towards him like

with our dealings with the Woods family, not only will you miss out on profits, but the Woods family

that any loose talk could

Wyatt lingered, approaching Fiona

have mercy on my

, pleading, "Ms. Filt

y daughter."

have mercy on my

expression turned

and hadn't complained Pearl merely had to stand in the sun for a few hours.

saint; why forgive someone who

so

grin, "I've never claimed to