Chapter 46: sharing a blood drink

In her commanding black suit and high heels, Rose Shelley strode through the hallway with an air of authority. Her hair was elegantly packed in a bun, showcasing her sharp cheekbones and defined jawline. Accompanying her was the pale pilot guy, a silent figure by her side.

Approaching a door, Rose extracted a card from a black Hermes Birkin bag. A swipe of the card unlocked the door. Turning to her entourage, she instructed the pale guy to wait outside as she entered the room.

Inside, the board meeting room awaited—a space designed for strategic discussions with a large table and six chairs positioned meticulously. Rose, the epitome of authority, took her place as the final entrant, subtly asserting her dominance.