Naomi's words hung in the air like a thunderclap.
"This,"she said, her tone laced with icy authority, "is exactly why the York family was removed from the generosity list the godly investor was arranging. You allowed yourselves to believe that Mr. Brown—"
her sharp gaze darted to the man, who was visibly shrinking under her scrutiny "—a commoner with no substantial achievements of his own, was somehow the mastermind behind your contract. And worse, that the godly investor, a figure of unparalleled influence, would take orders from a bumpkin like him."
Her words were precise, each one landing with the weight of a gavel striking a judge's bench.
Hearing what Naomi just said, everyone couldn't believe their ears.
The York family stood frozen, their previously smug expressions morphing into masks of confusion and humiliation.
