Andrew smiled and asked, "Well, there it is. You want to stay in the Chamber but be free from my authority? Then what am I? Just a decoration sitting in the chairman's seat?"

Cillian arrogantly spat his lit cigar right onto the floor, the very picture of disrespect. Looking Andrew dead in the eye, he mocked, "I never called you a decoration... but if that's how you want to interpret it, I won't stop you."

Andrew was still all smiles. "Mr. Ulrich, I suggest you think this through. Our Chamber of Commerce runs on rules and structure. Your blatant disregard for the chairman's authority is dangerously close to insubordination."

Cillian's expression turned dark in an instant. "Andrew, quit acting tough in front of me! When I feel generous, I call you Mr. Lloyd. But when I'm in a bad mood? You're just another brat who doesn't matter!"

The mask was off, and he was not even pretending anymore.

The other board members exchanged amused glances.

They were all curious to see whether Andrew, this new chairman who once took down Duncan, would actually dare go up against someone like Cillian.

just been a loudmouth. But Cillian?

suffered a crushing defeat and nearly got killed,

cautiously. "Mr. Lloyd, maybe you should just

the cuffs of his suit and

Lloyd, what

wild laughter. "What's planning? So no one sees our mighty chairman bow and grovel, obviously! Rachel, go ahead and lock the doors. Whatever. happens next, we'll pretend

ve

a complex expression, Rachel walked over and locked the door. She

too young and

fingers as he walked toward Cillian. The latter still had his legs crossed arrogantly, sitting in his chair

beef with you. I just wanted to remind you that being chairman doesn't mean everyone's under your thumb. Some of us don't fall under your rule. So take my advice-stay low. It'll

Andrew's hand shot downward, and his strike was

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