"If that's the case, I feel like they're after more than just compensation," Rosalind Lowell said suddenly, mid-bite.
All eyes turned to her.
She had just taken a bite of a small cake, and she stared back at them with her cheeks puffed out.
"She has a point," Michael said.
Alaric Davenport gently stroked her head. "I know. I'll handle the rest myself."
"So what else are they after?"
"Either they want to bring down the Davenport Group, or they want to swallow the Million Group," Alaric Davenport said, sounding remarkably calm about their opponent's appetite.
Faust, however, suddenly choked and started coughing violently.
Flora handed him a glass of water, and he took a couple of sips before catching his breath.
"My apologies. I lost my composure," Faust said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Flora grabbed Faust directly. "Did you sign some other agreement behind my back?"
"I... don't think so?"
