However, no amount of self-comfort could change the situation.
Victoria simply couldn't calm down, no matter what.
She leaned tiredly against the sofa cushion, discounted the threatening bodyguards in the room.
She felt somewhat relieved that she finally compromised with Asher Park.
Otherwise, he might command these people to do something that hurt her.
"I can't just sit and wait to die... I can't..." Victoria thought anxiously, "Even if the proposal has been agreed to sign now, the impeachment must have been secretly carried out without Hank Clegg's knowledge, and the announcement would only officially take place at the evening banquet. There's still some time between the two... maybe I could turn the tide... But what should I do?"
There is no way out.
She had already checked the restroom.
It's the damn sixth floor, and there was no way out of the window.
Even if there were, Victoria's mother couldn't climb down.
As noon approached, things seemed hopeless.
