Preston was quite distressed about the fact that no one in the company respected him. “When the representative from the other side presents the contract later, you must carefully check it for me. Don’t let Griffon clean up the mess again if something goes wrong.”

“Don’t worry.”

Just as he finished speaking, a woman wearing sungla*ses, a custom-made long dress, and carrying a Chanel bag, swayed her hips and walked over.

“Which one of you is Mr. Knight?” Anthony and Preston glanced at each other.

“It’s me.”

Preston answered and asked her, “And you are?”

The woman gently placed her bag on the sofa and said, “I’m Camilla Hill, the...