A sudden sentence left Evelyn Sherman stunned.
Her crystal-clear eyes blinked, as if she couldn't snap back to reality, just looking at Grace Yakov in bewilderment.
"You've been following me all along, isn't it because you want to persuade me to attend the shareholders' meeting? Why are you so surprised when I agreed?" Grace Yakov poured two cups of tea from the teapot nearby.
The aroma of the tea filled the air, but she didn't rush to drink it, instead, she just rose the cup to her nose and took a whiff.
"You really are willing to attend the Yale Consortium's shareholder meeting?" Hearing her words, Evelyn quickly collected her thoughts, sat down in the chair across her without another word, and polished off the cup of tea in front of her in one gulp.
Placing the empty cup down, her gaze was intense as she watched her.
