They had no idea that JK Intelligence was founded exactly by the woman in front of them, and had already made a name for itself in just two years.
"So, Misters, it seems you even want to acquire my JK Intelligence? You have got quite an appetite really.”
Joyce lifted her handbag and stood up, "Since you are not really that interested in having a partnership with us … Let's all pretend we haven't seen each other today and hope we won’t see each other again."
She was just about to leave.
The younger Mr. Walsh hurriedly stood up. He stepped forward and squeezed Joyce's wrist, "Ms. Knowles, please stay.”
“We certainly do want a partnership with JK Intelligence.”
“We need a transformation, and we want your designs at any cost."
Joyce cast a cold glance at his hand squeezing her wrist and said in a low voice, "Please let go."
But how would it even be possible for him to let go willingly? Even through the thin clothing, he could feel how soft this pretty woman was. He simply could not help himself.
"Don't be shy, Ms. Knowles. If you need anything, just tell us and I will do my best to satisfy you."
His hand slid down and tried to touch her little hand.
Joyce suddenly jerked her wrist up violently, and he staggered a few steps backwards and almost fell over.
She took out her handkerchief and wiped where she had just been touched.
Anyway, what she did just now was exactly what Luther would do and just like him, she never hid the disgust from her face.
Perhaps, somehow, she had been influenced by Luther before.
Such a move, in the eyes of the younger Mr. Walsh, was an absolute insult.
She found him so disgusting and had to wipe clean where she had been touched.
He became irritated and put away all his pretense, "You have no shame. What's the big deal? JK Intelligence is such a small company in the end, and without the support of a real business, you're nothing."
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