"Good, now let's continue," Felix grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Does anyone here still want stakes in the bicycle production?"
The room erupted in nervous laughter as everyone hastily shook their heads. After all, who would dare joke about business when a Half-Saint stood ominously behind him? The audacity!
"President Felix," spoke up a medium-built man with a kind face and shrewd eyes, dressed in vibrant green attire. "I'm here strictly for business; I have no interest in acquiring any controlling stake in the bicycle production."
Felix raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And you are?"
"Midas Blackwood," he replied swiftly. "President of the Blackwood Chamber of Commerce."
Felix nodded thoughtfully. "Our table is open for any business discussions."
"Understood, President Felix," Midas said with a smile that barely concealed his intentions.
Felix then turned to the rest of the people in the conference room.
