The deep, dark orbs of his eyes were radiating an indecipherable gleam.
At that moment, Evelyn Sherman held her breath.
She felt that the conference room was so small that she could barely breathe.
Her hand involuntarily clenched into a fist at her side, gritting her teeth to muster the courage, she walked forward with the director and pulled on a rigid smile.
"Hello, Mr. Yale, I am Evelyn Sherman."
Just as Evelyn put down her words, the pressure in the conference room plummeted.
Noticing Chester Yale's fingers tapping on the table, her instinct led her to step back, she lifted her head with a hint of nervousness, struggling to recall whether she said anything wrong beforehand.
She had the feeling that Chester was angry... again.
In the entire meeting room, only the director was oblivious to the tension, he continued to heap praise on Chester.