"If you've cried enough, let's discuss business. If you still need to cry more, go ahead; I'll head back for now."
Stellan's sobbing abruptly stopped. She pulled out a tissue to wipe her nose. "Can we really get the money back?"
"Don't you believe in my ability?"
"I do."
"Then that's settled. You just need to cooperate with me."
Stellan felt a glimmer of hope. She nodded, "I'll do whatever you tell me, as long as we can reclaim the money. I'll follow your lead."
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"Mr. Gill, I'm sorry, but the President is extremely busy right now and can't receive guests."
"Then please inform His Excellency that our Palmer Group's aid funds are also very busy, and I'm heading back to withdraw them." Elliot Gill's face tightened, exceptionally serious.
The secretary was taken aback by his words. "Then Mr. Gill, please wait here. I'll go and request guidance once again."
"Okay."
