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Mrs. Stephen was stumped for an answer to this question. She was aware, deep down, that her company was already losing money rather than making money. She had the impression that she was clinging to this path out of fear of failing.

"Please allow me to rephrase my question." Angelina made the decision to break the silence.

"Do you want to save your sinking ship? I don't care what made you decide to go into business when you're good at other things." Angelina said as she flipped through the menu.

"Mr. Stephen, I hope this lunch is on your account; after all, my secretary is already out of money after only buying me a cup of coffee."

Hearing her remark, Mrs. Stephen's shoulder drooped down even more. "Mumma, straighten your shoulder, and make you come back," her son, who was sitting on her lap, said in a childish tone.