As soon as Oliver Timmerman's voice faded, the entire meeting room suddenly fell into dead silence.
It seemed that no one had yet grasped the implication of Oliver's words.
Or perhaps, had Oliver misspoken?
The title of nominal director of the R&D department meant not letting anyone manage it, didn't it?
In this company, who would dare to mess with the R&D department?
Adding that one sentence, just who was he alluding to?
After a long while, everyone exchanged glances, eventually turning their eyes towards Arabella Vanderbilt unanimously.
The answer was self-evident.
Arabella showed only a moment of surprise before her expression returned to normal, her lips curving into a very faint smile.
That simple gesture on her beautiful and clear face somehow perfectly conveyed the word "irony".
Who was the director of the R&D department?
Arabella!
Who was the Chief Perfumer at Timmerman Enterprise?
Arabella!
