The torrential rain poured down, with bean-sized raindrops hitting the floor-to-ceiling window, making a crackling sound.
The crystal chandelier swayed slightly in the storm, casting shadows across the hall, lighting it up intermittently.
Carlos stood there.
"Carlos! Do you know what you're doing?!"
Evan Palmer slammed his palm onto the huanghuali tea table, making the teacups clatter.
"Years of Carter Automotive's reputation, destroyed by your hands just like that!"
Old Lady Carter's thin fingers clutched the dragon-headed cane tightly, her knuckles turning white:
"I said long ago, we shouldn't let an outsider meddle in the Carter Clan's industry."
Her sharp gaze swept like a blade toward Emily Parker sitting nearby,
"You and your grandfather were deceived, saying she was a designer and even gave her some shares. It turned out to be all lies, buying foreign designer works and pretending they were her own."
"Mom, there must be some misunderstanding here,"
