Wyatt Ainsworth sat on the sofa at the head of the room. Recently, due to discomfort and a lack of energy, she could only rely on her exquisite makeup to maintain her composure. Her gaze was icy cold, and her bright red lip color matched her aura perfectly, showcasing her powerful queenly presence to the fullest.
Usually, only in front of the public would Wyatt assume an exalted posture, for she was the queen of the Ainsworth Clan. However, the management level was different in her eyes; they were not outsiders.
Now, the change in atmosphere was evident, and everyone could see that the queen was angry!
Jane Gale's attitude was indeed infuriating.
If only she had admitted her mistakes and confessed honestly, the queen wouldn't have been provoked into anger.
"Yes, I understand you," Jane Gale replied, "but you never truly understood me. Whatever punishment you decide, it's up to you."
She wasn't afraid of harsh punitive measures.
She wasn't even afraid of death.
