Ou Xueman continued to watch the person inside. The car stopped beneath the towering building, and Jessica and her three bodyguards surveyed the surroundings.
When the car door opened, Ou Xueman stepped out, dressed entirely in black, her elegant demeanor reminiscent of a natural-born aristocrat.
“Miss TONG, hello. My name is Abel Smith. Here is my card; I’m proud to help you.” Abel Smith seemed familiar with Jessica and her group, who did not intercept him, indicating who had sent him.
Glancing at the business card, Ou Xueman paused—he was a lawyer? She looked around but found nothing amiss. She had not expected such thoughtfulness. Shaking hands with Smith, she indicated they could proceed together.
Her jet-black hair lightly brushed her shoulders, and her serious, composed face was partly hidden by sunglasses. She stepped towards the hall, her hair flowing in the breeze. In her black attire, she appeared mature and capable, a ray of sunlight casting a confident glow that captured everyone’s attention.
As Ou Xueman and her group of six advanced, their presence intimidated others, causing people to move aside.
In the modern conference room, well-dressed individuals sat around the meeting table. The men exuded elegance; the women displayed grace, all listening to the verbose Eastern man, many nodding in agreement.
“So now we look at the world situation. The best policy to deal with the financial crisis is to return funds,” he concluded after his lengthy speech.
A moment of silence followed, then low whispers of discussion emerged.
“We have also discussed the proposal for several days; the views of all shareholders can hardly be unified,” said a distinguished middle-aged blonde man, “it will only be a vote of the Board of Directors.”
A hint of excitement at imminent success flashed in the Eastern man’s deep brown eyes as he raised his hand first.
“Wait,” a melodious Chinese voice rang out, drawing everyone’s attention.
Although it was a female voice, the Eastern man broke into a cold sweat. As the door opened, the person who entered possessed an extraordinary presence, like a queen’s arrival.
After she sat down, the Eastern man finally asked, “Who are you?”
Ignoring his question, Ou Xueman continued in Chinese, “What you should be most concerned about now is your debt of over a million dollars.”
