Justin Battleson cast his gaze over, but before he could speak, George Robbins had already taken the lead and said:
"If the cooperation ends earlier than expected, we could reap the profits ahead of schedule. But do you realize that ending it early ans the design and production tiline for this collaboration will need to be drastically shortened? With less ti, there are many garnts that simply can’t be manufactured. And if we rush production, any quality issues would damage the reputation of Riley Group!"
George’s analysis made everyone express their agreent, and they all fell into the sa uneasy mood as him.
"Mr. Battleson, what do you think we should do? With the cooperation deadline moved up, should we inform Miss Thompson on this matter?"
"Of course."
Justin nodded without objection and replied coldly, "She’s fully in charge of this design and production phase. Anything related to Worsen can be communicated directly to her."
"But Mr. Battleson, even though Worsen appointed Miss Thompson to take full charge of this collaboration, that doesn’t an she has to single-handedly handle the entire process from start to finish without any support. If this continues..."
"What? Is there an issue?" Justin raised his sharp gaze coldly.
"It’s not about being overly cautious; it’s just—what if sothing truly goes wrong... What then?"
"What could possibly go wrong?" Justin retorted without hesitation, his tone snapping sharply.
"Uh..."
George froze for a mont, then reached up to rub his head before managing to display a forced smile.
"Unexpected circumstances sotis happen out of anyone’s control. I was just offering so suggestions..."
"Enough!"
George hadn’t even finished speaking before Justin’s voice cut him off abruptly.
"Worsen selected Charlotte Thompson for this collaboration, which ans there’s no problem with her. So what if she handles the project independently? This isn’t her first solo project since joining the company. When has there ever been a problem?"
Justin’s voice was chilling, though it was not difficult to detect the frustration hidden within:
"If you lack ability, don’t undermine others. And speaking of Worsen, how is it that they suddenly decided to shorten the tiline when the agreed deadline is clearly stated in the contract?"
At Justin’s questioning, the people present exchanged worried glances.
In their eyes, Justin had always been calm and composed, so why had he beco so irritable now?
Soon, soone speculated—it was likely that the company had been facing internal crises lately, and now Worsen had deliberately reduced the tiline to increase external pressure.
The company was plagued by both internal and external troubles. Stacking all these complicated challenges together would certainly weigh heavily on anyone.
Watching Justin’s deanor, George smiled at him ingratiatingly and spoke awkwardly:
"Mr. Battleson, we don’t know why their company suddenly gave us this news either. But the priority now is figuring out how to deal with it. Maybe we could assign more personnel to assist Miss Thompson? That way the collaborative project can proceed smoothly."
Justin, who had been massaging his temples, suddenly lifted his eyes ominously and stared directly at George with an icy intensity.
In that instant, George felt as though sothing constricted his throat, leaving him struggling to breathe.
But faced with George’s suggestion, Justin offered no response. Instead, he stood up abruptly and walked out without a word.
"eting adjourned."
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