"It's okay." Evelyn Sherman shook her head gently, "Thank you for agreeing to attend the shareholders' meeting."
"You still haven't told me who you want me to help by trying so hard to persuade me to attend the shareholders' meeting?" Grace Yakov's eyes narrowed, and she spoke indifferently.
When talking about business matters, her demeanor changed.
It became calm and cold.
"If I am not mistaken, are you hoping I will help Chester Yale?"
"..." Evelyn was taken aback, looking up at Grace in surprise.
She had never mentioned it. How did Grace know?
"Did I guess correctly?" Grace chuckled with a hint of a smile, pouring herself another cup of tea.
"What is your relationship with Chester Yale, and why are you putting so much effort into helping him?"
"I like him," Evelyn admitted bluntly. "But I won't force you to make any promises to me. I just need you to agree to attend the shareholders' meeting—that's enough."
