The group exchanged glances, too afraid to say anything. They mumbled that okay, we’ll continue and hurriedly left.

Once they were gone, they couldn't help but start complaining again.

"What's going on? Why is she so angry?"

"How could she not be furious? If I were her, even the last hope—Grace—was taken by the floor above, I'd be furious too!"

"What's the point of being angry? I remember when I told my old friends that I was going to work at the Lawson Group, they warned me that the company was in bad shape. I didn't believe it and insisted on joining. Looks like next month, when the new products...