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Alex pushed open the door to the room, his gaze cold andmanding as he said, “Get in!”
Marissa was immediately enveloped by a suffocating atmosphere upon entering. Charles, eager to assert his dominance, made a deliberate disy of his menacing aura in every interaction
The room’s decor was dark with crimson ents, creating an oppressive atmosphere at first sight. Seated on a sofa, Charles held a cigarette between his fingers, releasing billows of smoke with each exhale. His brows were furrowed ominously, and the scar on his right cheek appeared even more terrifying amidst the y of light and smoke. Standing beside Charles was a line of hulking thugs, each adorned with intimidating tattoos on their muscr arms. Alex, as their leader,manded them
The scene bore no resemnce to a mere contract negotiation; it evoked the imagery of a hellish throne room. Any ordinary individual would have trembled at the sight, rendered incapable of defiance andpelled to sign whatever was presented. Regrettably for them, they had encountered Marissa today, and their schemes wouldn’t be so easily executed
After scanning the room, Marissa confidently entered. Daryl and Shaun, confronted with such a scenario for the first time, instinctively contemted fleeing when the door opened. Yet, upon witnessing Marissa’s entrance, they clenched their jaws and followed her. After they entered, the thick door mmed shut with a resounding bang
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The three conventionally dressed individuals found themselves surrounded by tattooed thugs with entric hairstyles, evoking the image of ordinary mortals stepping into a demon’s domain. Despite their constant self-encouragement to stand firm and protect Marissa, Daryl and Shaun couldn’t shake the profound dread that stiffened their bodies and drained the color from their faces
Marissa, however, remainedposed, her demeanor unwavering as she exchanged nces with Charles. Charles had scrutinized the three of them multiple times already; he wasn’t surprised by Daryl’s and Shaun’s reactions, but Marissa’sposure perplexed him. Why wasn’t she scared?
She not only disyed fearlessness but also exuded a hint of defiance in her gaze. Every individual he had invited into this room to sign contracts had sumbed to fear the moment the door closed,plying with his demands without exception. However, Marissa, standing there with unwaveringposure, was the first exception he had encountered
He couldn’t help but acknowledge the girl’s bravery. Nevertheless, his admiration would remain concealed; he had no intention of revealing it. Instead, he plotted to intensify his intimidation tactics
Exhaling a long stream of smoke, Charles sneered, “Who represents the Sanchez family?”
Daryl moved to step forward, but Marissa intercepted, her tone chilly as she said, “I do.”
“Miss Tiffany Nash?” Charles chuckled. “Can someone bearing the Nash surname make decisions for the Sanchez family?”
Daryl knew that the Sanchez family had reached a point of no return. They had to either yield to Charles’s bullying tactics and surrender the Moonbeam Gallery to the Clifford family, or confront the situation head-on. He opted for thetter
After a moment of silence, he said, “Tiffany is fully authorized to represent the Sanchez family. I support any decision she makes.”
Charles erupted intoughter. After a burst ofughter, he cynically remarked, “It appears the Sanchez lineage is devoid ofpetent sessors, allowing an inept girl from the Nash family to assume leadership. It’s astonishing that the Sanchez family hasn’t crumbled already!”
With a disdainful flick, he cast a contract onto the floor. “Miss Nash, please sign this document on behalf of the Sanchez family.”
Before Marissa could react, Charles added, “Please carefully review the contract terms. If there’s anything that makes you uneasy, don’t hesitate to bring it up, Miss Nash. Given your beauty, I might even consider making some adjustments.”
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