Horror flashed across their faces as they exchanged glances.

"Is this a joke?" The middle-aged man on the right slammed his hand on the desk.

"Do I look like a comedian?" Tatiana asked in a calm tone, her aura composed. She looked up at the guard standing behind her.

"Do I?" she asked him.

"No, ma'am," he responded.

"I didn't think so, so no, it's not a joke... Oh," she gasped slightly. "Maybe because I didn't explain it well." Her face suddenly turned cold, and the shareholders wondered if she was the same calm woman they had seen seconds ago.

She leaned down, resting her elbows on the desk, her...