CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 20: SO EAGER TO KEEP OTHERS COMPANY?

Night has fallen.

The city lights have just come on; it’s the time when nightlife begins.

After a busy day, Seraphina Sinclair drove a discreet business car to Witt’s Bar.

Despite wearing a conservative office lady attire, it couldn’t hide her elegant figure, and her exquisite and stunning visage appeared even more radiant under the lights.

As she stepped into the bar, the sound of whistles reached her ears.

She swiftly moved through the crowd and arrived at an inconspicuous small booth.

Irene Rowe saw her coming and quickly stood up to greet her, "President Sinclair, you’ve arrived."

Half an hour later than previously scheduled, she thought Seraphina wouldn’t come.

"Just say what’s on your mind," Seraphina said, frowning impatiently at the various smells of smoke and alcohol in the bar, "Oh, by the way, where are the company documents?"

She had left Jude Sinclair home alone, and even though the child was mature beyond his years, she couldn’t help but worry.

Irene Rowe was the marketing director of Kevin Company. Before Seraphina arrived, everything had been entrusted to Irene. When the company was acquired, it was mentioned that the domestic employees would remain unchanged.

Irene nodded, handing the company’s reports and Lloyd Group’s bidding documents to Seraphina Sinclair. It was her first time meeting the CEO who made the grand acquisition of their company. Unexpectedly, she was so young and beautiful.

Seraphina took Lloyd Group’s bid and, after flipping through a few pages, smiled faintly. Ethan Lloyd, you’ve finally landed in my hands.

"Lloyd Group has already made several calls. We’ve followed your instructions and have ignored them."

"Well done," Seraphina curved her lips into a smile, "Once work starts tomorrow, call Lloyd Group to inform them and other companies involved in the investment to bid."

Irene hesitated for a moment before voicing her concern, "But suddenly increasing the price by 30%—our original quality of pearls isn’t up to mark."

Kevin was the supplier of original pearls, and Lloyd Group had just entered this field. If the prices soared, it was possible they might all withdraw from the bidding.

Seraphina put the documents into her bag, smiling confidently, "Who said we have to use the previous batch? I’ll provide this batch of pearls."

The pearls provided by Kevin were of generally average quality, not to mention that she didn’t approve of them, and the people overseas wouldn’t approve either.

After finishing her conversation with Irene, Seraphina was about to leave when a familiar figure suddenly caught her attention.

At this moment, Desmond Fairchild was sitting on a leather sofa wearing a casual suit, surrounded by beautiful women dressed provocatively, eager to get close.

Her initial concern for Jude quickly turned to blazing anger. Seraphina gritted her teeth in frustration. So, Desmond Fairchild claimed to be busy for two days, only to meet with rich women and return to his old ways?

Seeing Seraphina’s face change dramatically, Irene opened her mouth, wanting to express concern, but before she could, Seraphina was already striding quickly towards the largest booth in the bar.

As she saw the people seated there, Irene gasped.

Wasn’t that Master Fairchild of the Cloudsea Consortium and Executive Director Quentin Jennings? These were the most impressive figures in Bayside City, especially the former, a true enigma rarely seen, with all external dealings left to Quentin.

But everyone knew the true power lay with the Fairchild family head, lofty and unapproachable.

What was President Sinclair doing? Trying to meet these two?

Upon closer thought, it seemed reasonable. Seraphina’s status was not inferior to them, and it was not uncommon for powerful figures in high society to become acquainted with one another.

However, Seraphina Sinclair’s furious countenance didn’t seem like she was going to make friends.

The next moment, Irene saw Seraphina stride forward with the aura of a fierce queen.

She placed one foot on the glass table, her face full of displeasure, pointed her finger at Desmond Fairchild’s nose, and coldly sneered, "A few million not enough to spend? Coming out to party—so fond of drinking, why not join me for a few cups?"