"Mrs. Flint said so," I responded.

This guy is about to be fired, but he is still in high spirits.

"What can I say about you?" Kent chuckled again, speaking helplessly:

"With Mrs. Flint's third-rate Event management company, do you think she has any channels to hear about the high-level decision-making of our Jewel Group?"

His smile was truly bright. He reached out to pinch my face, strong and unforgiving that I hustled to release his grip, but he wouldn't let go, giving me a serious warning:

"In the future, if you want to know about my decisions, just ask me directly. Don't just believe in rumors, okay?"

At that...