As Celia Sterling's gaze was drawn to the constant notifications from his phone, Silas Norwood calmly pressed the mute button on its side.
"Cece, go ahead and do your thing." He lifted his phone. "I just need to take care of some work."
With that, he elegantly shifted to the side and began typing on his phone with an air of nonchalance.
Celia Sterling turned her attention back to the chat window with Rivermoon. She had sent a flurry of messages hoping to collaborate, offering a top-tier price and even making several promises on behalf of the Sterling Conglomerate. Finally, a reply came through:
Rivermoon: Not for sale.
Rivermoon: It's all reserved for my wife.
Celia Sterling took a deep breath. 'He's willing to reply, which means there's still room for negotiation.'
Cece: In that case, could I have your wife's contact information? I can speak with her.
Rivermoon: No.
A red envelope notification popped up.
Rivermoon: For your trouble.
Cece: ...
