Vigo Malcolm's resolute face instantly turned the color of pig's liver, veins popped on the back of his tightly gripping hands, and his knuckles made a slight "crack" sound. He felt that the authority he had meticulously constructed, his supreme status as Chairman in Marle Castle, was completely trampled by Su Li's indifferent words! This was not merely a provocation, but a blatant humiliation! A surge of violent anger rushed to his head, almost breaking through the dam of reason.
Meanwhile, the frost on Lady Bayonetta's face melted away like encountering scorching sunlight. A brilliant smile appeared on her lips, tinged with stunning charm and a slight, indescribable sense of relief, spreading like fireworks suddenly blossoming in the night sky, instantly lighting up the oppressive meeting hall. This smile was so genuine, so bright, even with a hint of girlish mischief, starkly contrasting her previously perfect yet distant demeanor.
