Kevin Cliff picked up the teapot that had always been kept hot on the coffee table and poured two cups, his movements as composed and unhurried as his expression.
Wester Welson waited patiently, taking a sip from the tea that the big boss had personally poured to moisten his throat.
"It's all up to Sophia Young. If she can handle it, then good, but if not, it's her fault," Kevin Cliff said.
Wester Welson showed concern, worried that if Sophia Young messed up, she would be punished.
"Wester, you have not been by my side for very long, but your abilities are plain for all to see," Kevin Cliff said as he set down his teacup, suddenly speaking.
Wester stiffened, a bad premonition forming in his heart.
"In the organization, I have looked around and still feel that you are suited for the position of Cliff Clan CEO."
The implication was very clear!
