Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 1418 Roxanna’s Anxiety

The room was as silent as a crypt, neither party daring to break the silence.

Roxanna had just spilled out all her thoughts in one breath. Once she was done, her gaze nervously darted to Isaac. She couldn't help but gulp as her body tensed in anticipation.

Although she had said her piece and her mouth was parched, she paid it no mind.

She was unsure if he would agree to such a venture. Their acquaintance was brief at best, and she wasn't certain if her forthrightness was appropriate. For her, this was a massive gamble.

She desperately hoped that this time, her gamble would pay off.

Isaac was staring at Roxanna, their eyes locked in a silent conversation. Neither uttered a word, and their expressions remained unreadable.

Her anxiety escalated in the face of his dispassionate demeanor. She had never been this nervous before. Due to his impassive demeanor, she couldn't tell whether he was leaning toward declining or accepting her proposal.

All in all, she was left in the dark.

"Miss Miller, perhaps you'd like to take a sip of your coffee?"

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally broke the silence, nudging the coffee towards her.

a small smile in response. Yet, her heart was pounding, and her palms were slick with sweat. Still,

she was thirsty, she had started to mentally berate Isaac. He should at least give me a clear answer as to whether he was going to shoot me down or not.

watchful gaze. Of course, she set it back on the table after just one sip as she

feared that if she downed the entire cup, Isaac might perceive her as impolite

tug-of-war, she decided to play it safe, taking only a

It was these same eyes that seemed warm and inviting and rather out-of-place for a

your proposal. However, I won't invest in your company without a solid reason. I'm

but

fond of Roxanna, it wasn't enough for him to risk the entire Quill

glimmer of hope upon hearing his words. Isaac hadn't outright rejected her proposal. So, she looked at him expectantly and urged, "Mr.

some of your shares. I'm not asking for much… Perhaps 10%? In

shifted in his seat, slowly articulating his terms, and held up

Two hundred million?

in surprise. With two hundred million, the medical base would be saved from their

to discuss this with Nicole. Please give me some time, Mr.

composure. She was representing the medical base and couldn't afford to appear naive. So, she forced herself to

couldn't let Nicole and

take your