Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 50

"I've highlighted a few sections. You'll see what I mean when you get to those parts," Yolanda continued.

Blake took the proposal, feeling taken aback. He wore a frigid expression.

He skimmed through it before closing it and tossing it in the trash can next to his desk. "I'm not sure I follow. If you want to know more about the proposal, you should talk to the tech team at Henderson Group."

Yolanda sneered, "Oh? Alright, let me break it down for you. The prices in this bid look good on the surface, but if you cross-reference them with the latest industry standards, you'll see that a lot of the parts listed are out of date. I find it hard to believe that the general manager of Doxcon Group would miss such details during the bidding process.

"So, the real reason you chose this company was because they promised you a hefty kickback. And your so-called love for famous paintings? That was just a story you made up to deceive my father!"

Blake's expression hardened as he listened to Yolanda. "Well, aren't you brave for your age? Do you know that with just what you've said, I could sue you for defamation? Anyway, I don't have time for your nonsense. I won't pursue any charges if you get out of here right now!"

He still didn't take Yolanda seriously. He figured Harold had sent his daughter to voice these allegations to avoid direct conflict. However, Yolanda was merely a high school student—one he could scare off with a bit of bluster and a few empty promises about potential future collaborations.

"Do you honestly think I'd come here without any evidence?" Yolanda was unfazed when she realized he wasn't taking her seriously. Instead, she took out another sheet of paper and placed it on his desk. "Here, take a look at this."

"Look, kids should stick to what they do and stay out of adults' affairs. I advise you not to meddle in business matters!" He was about to crumple the paper and throw it in the trash, but when he glanced at the contents, his eyes widened in shock.

Then, he abruptly grasped the paper, rose from his seat, and demanded, "Where did you get this from? Tell me, right this instant!"