LATTON’s 3 PM meeting with Caldweld Inc.’s admin began and aside from the managers, John, Shirley, and Lucian were also in the conference room.

All three of them were surprised to see her.

“Latton, what are you doing here?” Shirley asked sarcastically while sitting in John’s designated seat.

John glared at her but said nothing and sat near Latton.

Meanwhile, Lucian was anticipating her answer.

Latton smiled, and she was on her game face, “I’m here as temporary CEO of my mother’s company, the Grand Mist Prix, also known as the Grand Prix.”

Shirley narrowed her gaze, “Temporary? It's still a mystery to me. Why aren’t you the CEO of...