Eve Thompson pushed the door open and entered.
Adam Foster of Charlie Group saw her, and his eyes instantly narrowed, scoffing coldly, "Where's your father? You think you can get rid of me by sending a kid?"
"Do you have any idea who I am? Charlie Group, can your Joey Technology Company afford to provoke us? Call your father over quickly to properly handle the matter of the breach of contract compensation; it's better for all of us!"
Upon hearing this, Eve Thompson smiled and pulled out a chair, sitting down opposite him.
She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with an air of nonchalance about her.
Dressed in a black suit which highlighted her elegance and nobility, her neat short hair added to her spirited look. With a slight raise of her phoenix-like eyes, despite her youth, she emanated an imposing presence.
Mr. Morrison involuntarily swallowed, feeling that this young person's aura was surprisingly formidable.