Mistaken identity?
Upon seeing this message, Terrence Lentz slightly furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes darkening.
There was some inexplicable danger.
Secretary Clark was standing by, watching as the smile on Terrence Lentz's face gradually solidified, eventually turning cold.
Damn!
So intimidating!
Secretary Clark's hands couldn't help but tremble.
Who had angered the boss again?
Secretary Clark swallowed, braving the immense pressure to speak, "Mr. Lentz, shall we continue with today's meeting?"
"Continue." A moment later, Terrence Lentz stood up from his chair and walked into the inner room.
Secretary Clark immediately followed Terrence Lentz's steps.
The meeting resumed after a three-hour delay.
Although he said nothing, and his face remained expressionless, everyone else in the conference room could feel the chill emanating from him.
The air was saturated with oppression.
It nearly stopped one from breathing loudly.
