The atmosphere froze instantly. Feyright's eyes got progressively colder, and his demeanor shifted from a warm one to that of a predator. His eyes shone a dark color, and power arose from his palm.
"A seat on the board… you are arrogant. Very arrogant."
"I believe my arrogance is solely what has propelled me to my current position, Lord Feyright," replied Alex calmly, paying no mind to the decreasing temperature and increasing pressure on his body.
It hurt like hell.
It was like there were thousands of needles piercing his skin simultaneously. Alex wanted nothing but to scream, but he couldn't. That would be an act of weakness, and that particular trait could not be revealed.
Currently, Alex was playing a facade that Feyright and he weren't all that different in terms of power. If he succumbed to the latter's pressure, he would be labeled as 'impudent' instead of 'capable'.