Easton waved his hand dismissively, “Come on, I’m too old to be squabbling with a young lady. It’s good to be confident, kiddo, but don’t let it blind you. Overconfidence is just arrogance in disguise.”
“Confidence should be backed by something solid,” Anthea retorted calmly. “You’re looking at me through tinted glasses. Even if I understate my case, you’d accuse me of being full of myself.”
That girl sure had a sharp tongue!
Easton turned to Anthea, skepticism clear in his voice, “So, you’re saying your uncle has a fifty-fifty shot at landing the deal?”
“A fifty percent chance,” Anthea confirmed.
Easton couldn’t hide his scoff, “Banking on that fifty percent is like betting on a lottery ticket, hoping for a jackpot!”
Nanson’s company, QuickSend Parcels, was a small fish compared to Easton’s empire. Even a child could see that TOAEON wouldn’t pick them over the big sharks. TOAEON wasn’t run by fools!
Anthea raised an eyebrow, unbothered, “The proof of the pudding is in the eating, Mr. Davenport. Let’s just wait and see.”
Easton could only shake his head in disbelief. Pretty face, but not much upstairs. No wonder they say beauty and brains seldom go hand in hand.
He didn’t bother to argue further, turning to Nanson with a tone dripping with sarcasm, “Nanson, then I wish you luck on clinching the deal. If you do, you owe me a dinner.”
Nanson, catching the irony, simply smiled in response. Even Helena couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for them.
Time ticked away, swiftly bringing them to 3 PM. TOAEON allocated five minutes to each contender. To win, they had to make every second count.
Nanson and his team were slated to present twentieth.
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