Zheng Corporation
The spacious office decorated primarily by white furniture and steel material was quiet except for the occasional ticking of the clock. Not a single sound could be heard within the desolate room. The atmosphere was suffocating and the tension was high.
The secretary standing in front of the desk with her head bowed did not dare to look up. Her head hung in shame for something she couldn't have prevented. Nervously swallowing, she could only hope her boss would spare her in his thirst for blood.
"What do you mean our proposal was rejected?" Zheng Tianyi seethed, his fingers pressing harshly onto the metal pen.
"W-we have just received word from Zhao Corporation and—" Chen Xing let out a startled gasp when an object was hurled towards her. She narrowly dodged, but the dart was able to scratch her cheeks, immediately causing blood to drip.