Before she could explain further, Song Yuxuan spoke up, her tone swift and cutting. "Of course, this isn't our company's stance. Song Yue, you were the one who handled the printing and delivery. How did the contract change in your hands?"
Her words landed like a blade, cleanly redirecting all suspicion toward Song Yue.
The two foreign guests slammed their palms on the table and stood up at once, their anger no longer restrained. "This document clearly insults our country and discriminates against our people! This is unacceptable!" one of them shouted. "Guards, detain this woman immediately!"
At his signal, several foreign bodyguards rushed into the meeting room, moving straight toward Song Yue.
"Stop."
Nie Rougang's voice was calm, low, and cold, yet it carried a terrifying weight. It was not loud, but it froze the room in place. The bodyguards halted instinctively, as though an invisible wall had risen before them.
