The heavy door of the conference room clicked shut, leaving only two figures seated at the table.
One was an old woman, her hair white, her skin sunken. A blanket was wrapped around her shoulder.
The other was a beautiful woman with golden hair, wearing a black business suit.
There were also several servants standing behind Mrs. Kingsley.
Jenna gulped. Sensing the air becoming thinner. Her posture remained straight, her eyes lowered in submission to the figures sitting in front of her.
'Oh, yes. I love it,' she screamed in her mind.
She almost became disappointed with how the things ended. But she knew the game wasn't even close to the end.
Mrs. Alina had been glaring at her grandmother the entire time, her expression unreadable. Her face was colder than usual.
Mrs. Kingsley raised her hand, and one of the servants who was standing beside Jenna moved.
She took out a file from her multiple ones and placed it on the table in front of Mrs. Alina.
