At the top floor, a very long table was set up with seats arranged in a single line. All the chairpersons had taken their seats, while Duan Yanran sat alone opposite them, her presence not the slightest bit weaker than any of them.
No one spoke, the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet. They were all chairpersons, and now they had lost enough face. So many people defeated by a woman, who also successfully lost part of their assets, now the news was out, and they couldn't save face.
Especially since the incidents of spitting blood in anger and dying from rage had flared up and spread like wildfire.
But it was also because they were narrow-minded. Having top-notch hidden world families as their backing, their companies had developed smoothly with the prevailing wind, hardly ever encountering serious setbacks.
Duan Yanran's move was like a bolt from the blue to them; such a major counterattack, indeed, they had not managed to catch it.
