The Woman From Hell

William looked awkward. At this moment, the elevator stopped and he quickly changed the subject. He invited Theo to enter the elevator.

When we arrived at the ballroom, many people came to greet Theo. William took the opportunity to slip off.

Theo glanced back at him and asked me with a smile, "You usually hardly say anything when you come out with me. Why did you say so many things to William today? Did he offend you before?"

I shrugged and blandly replied, "He did offend me before, and I hate his guts very much. Not only did he abandon his wife and son, but he often harasses her as well. This is obviously his own company, but he likes to claim that his wife runs the company. I've never met such a shameless person."

Theo raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Do you mean he didn't remarry? But Keith's investigation said that he's remarried."

"It's impossible. Lally said he's been single since their divorce because marriage would stop him from hooking up with other ladies. Only by claiming that this company belongs to his wife is he able to use the company to do shady businesses."

I furiously said. Theo stroked my face with a smile. "Alright now. It's not worth getting mad at people like that."

I was just about to speak when Elena walked over.

was displeased by the fact that I was here

was not in the mood to

"Is Zukariah

started progressing in other directions in the last two years. A very young chairperson was recently appointed, so their

nodded and asked, "Who's the person in charge of

to see that he was interested in

herself. She's the daughter of the last chairman and has just graduated from high school. As the company didn't develop very well during the previous chairman's incumbency, the young girl took over when he fell ill. The company

frowned, thinking about

in charge of the entire bidding process, so Theo and I did not need to do anything. We merely watched from below the stage,

time the bidding session was almost over, I nearly dozed off

moment, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded in my ears. It sounded a little childish, so the person was probably not too old. I opened my eyes and looked at the person on stage with interest. Other than her, there was probably not a single person in the entire ballroom who was younger than 30 years old. When a girl in her teens appeared on the stage, it instantly captured everyone's attention. She was wearing black

like that of an adult. Her countenance was serious, and her gaze was cold. She glanced at the adults beneath the stage and calmly presented her