Slamming her hand down on the office desk, Anna's voice resonated through the room.
Her hand, a striking contrast of pallor against the dark wood, was adorned with slender, aesthetically pleasing fingers.
Howard, gazing at her hand, drifted into a trance as Anna spoke, "Howard, being the good guy just doesn't cut it. When your enemies are ruthless in their pursuits against you, you're only diminishing your own strength."
Anna showed a lack of understanding, but upon Howard's insistence, she agreed to take action.
After she left, Howard turned to Golan and asked, "Do you understand me?"
Golan's face twitched slightly on the left side before returning to normal, replying, "Your Majesty, the land is yours to command."
Howard sighed, his mind wandering to Margaret, envying her carefree spirit.
Half a month later, all the transfer formalities were completed.
