Only when the silence inside lingered, the secretary waiting anxiously outside dared to enter, "President Simmons, the shareholders who voted against are waiting for you in the conference room."
Arnold Simmons put away his phone and turned around, his face reclaiming its usual severity as if the tenderness in his eyes earlier was rely an illusion.
He massaged his temples wearily, "Let them wait, I’ll be there in a mont."
The secretary glanced up and saw Arnold’s gloomy face. Not daring to say more, he quickly retreated.
When Arnold took over the Simmons Group, it was chaotic inside. Many clamoured for severance, and outsiders watched covetously, all eager to sink their teeth into the fat lamb that was the Simmons family.
At this crucial mont, Arnold stood up.
People said it was Arnold’s wild ambition that killed his elder brother and sister-in-law, exposing his true nature.
But only a few people knew that without Arnold, there would not have been the current prosperity of the Simmons Group.
Arnold intended to expand the Simmons family business overseas. He had even negotiated a billion-dollar project that many coveted, even the River family tried to snatch it several tis.
However, just when the contract was about to be signed, the old shareholders of the company made a fuss again.
Arnold hadn’t been able to rest for several days and today, those people even united and made a fuss in the company.
Outsiders perhaps didn’t understand. The group’s expansion was a good business move, why wouldn’t the old shareholders agree? Only Arnold understood.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to make money, but they were more worried that his power would beco too great, eventually squeezing them out.
The man in his dark suit, his face expressionless, his deep-set eyes as dark as the night. The aura of superiority, his narrow eyes sweeping over the people sitting before him were cool and chilling.
His voice was indifferent: "The eting will begin."
*
On getting her own phone, Hannah wanted to send a text ssage to Arnold tid perfectly, not worrying about the cara.
Even if the staff saw it and ran to ask the producer, they would be hit on the head and scolded, "You fool, quickly delete that shot, you better act deaf and blind!"
Fortunately, Hannah didn’t let success go to her head, so, none of the other trainees noticed anything.
Everyone still asked Hannah every day to help them with this and that.
The person teaching the "Mirror" group today was Reese Shaw.
As soon as she entered the door, she was in a bad mood. Without starting the lessons, she pointed to Hannah and asked her to co up and present.
Tiffany Lynch just sat there gloating, waiting to see Hannah being scolded.
During this ti of practice, Hannah had shown her talent to the extre, which made Tiffany very jealous.
It was a song for a girl band, which ant it was almost impossible for one person to handle both singing and dancing.
But Reese Shaw insisted Hanna to perform it alone.
Hannah stood there, her hair falling slightly loose, her eyes bright – an uncharacteristic display of pliability. "Ms. Shaw, I’m afraid I can’t do the work of a whole team by myself."
Reese Shaw gave her a cold snort, "I’m the teacher, you do what I ask."
Hannah asked her: "Are you sure about this?"
Reese Shaw, impatient, said, "Just do as you’re told and don’t waste everyone’s ti."
This ti Hannah didn’t say more.
When the music started, she began to sing and dance.
Her breath was steady, without missing a beat, but her hand movents were not as perfect.
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