He was silently shifting the topic while I couldn't do anything about it. If he got closer, I would get lost in his aura.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted the two of us.
Hearing the sound, Hendrix's ambiguous expression changed a little. He looked up and saw Estella standing by the door, clearly placed in a difficult situation. Then he sat up straight and said, "Come in."
While I was adjusting my clothes, Estella had approached both of us.
"Mr. Roberts." Estella greeted him and glanced at me. She wanted to speak but stopped on second thought. It was obvious that she was holding something back.
In fact, there was no need for her to do so. I was also a shareholder of the Roberts Group.
"Just say it," Hendrix reminded her just at the right time, and his tone was restored to his usual indifference.
Estella lowered her gaze and handed the document in her hand to Hendrix. When he looked through it, she explained to him, "At the beginning of the year, we verbally agreed to sign a contract with several leaders-in-charge of these projects. This afternoon, as if they had all agreed on it together, they called our project department to cancel the contract. Those from the project department confirmed that we will lose some of the projects in this document while the others are still uncertain. Mr. Ford went to the other party's company in person, hoping to discuss it. However, his secretary asked me to inform you that there doesn't seem to be much hope. It's best if the company can figure out a solution and respond to it as soon as possible."
Hendrix's thick eyebrows furrowed upon hearing this, and his face changed drastically once again. He replied with a displeased look, "I get it. Arrange a meeting with the managers of all departments tomorrow."
Thinking of Freya's analysis, I couldn't help but ask, "Miss Zanes, these projects are invested within Ucrebury, or are they newly developed after arriving in Jarold City?"
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