Director Palmer didn't look the least bit offended by Iris' outburst. If anything, he looked delighted. A sinister smile slowly spread across his face as he stroked his chin."Women..." He let out a contemptuous chuckle. "They're born to be played by men."His eyes shamelessly swept over Iris. "Don't you agree, Miss Blackwell?""You pervert!" The words had barely left his mouth before Iris completely lost her patience.SMACK!Her palm landed squarely across his face. The crisp sound echoed throughout the office. His head jerked to one side. The smug smile on his face instantly disappeared.For several seconds, he remained frozen in place. Slowly, he raised a trembling hand to touch the burning mark on his cheek. His eyes widened with disbelief."You... you actually dared to slap me?" His face rapidly shifted between red and green as rage consumed him. The veins on his forehead bulged visibly.Never... never in all his years at IWC had anyone dared lay a hand on him. Yet today, a woman

CRASH!He smashed through a row of expensive display cabinets before crashing onto the floor. Glass shattered in every direction.Luxury watches scattered across the marble tiles, many of them reduced to worthless fragments.The entire office fell deathly silent. Only three security guards remained standing. They stared at the scene before them with pale faces."H... He..." One of them swallowed hard. "He defeated all of them... by himself..."Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads. Their confidence had completely disappeared. The man before them was a monster.Veyron slowly lifted his eyes. His calm gaze swept across the remaining guards before he casually raised one hand. Then he curled two fingers toward himself."Who's next?" His indifferent voice was quiet. Yet it was far more frightening than any furious roar.The three guards instinctively took a step backward. Fear had already replaced the arrogance on their faces.Unfortunately for them, Veyron had no intention of giving th

"Shut up!" CEO Holland shot Director Palmer a furious glare. The latter immediately fell silent.Without sparing him another glance, CEO Holland turned toward Veyron. Almost instantly, the anger on his face disappeared. A respectful smile replaced it. He even lowered his head slightly before speaking."Mr. Blackthorne." His voice carried unmistakable humility. "I sincerely apologize.""Our company's management has failed to properly supervise its personnel." He placed a hand against his chest."To think someone like him remained in our company for so long..." His face was filled with shame. "I truly hope you can forgive us."The office became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Every employee standing outside stared at the unbelievable scene with wide eyes. Nobody could believe what they were witnessing."Oh my goodness..." One employee covered her mouth."CEO Holland is actually apologizing...""And he's apologizing first!" Another employee rubbed his eyes."Who exactly is that

"Actually..." Veyron looked into Iris' eyes before speaking. "I'm not the Legendary Warlord."He quietly observed her reaction. Sure enough, she didn't look surprised in the slightest. Instead, she wore an expression that practically said, 'Finally... he's speaking normally.'Veyron could only smile bitterly inside. Why was it that the truth sounded more unbelievable than a lie?Shaking those thoughts away, he continued calmly. "Mr. Holland is a businessman. He values profit above everything else.""Recently, Raven & Radiance secured several important collaborations with Cartier." He spoke in an unhurried tone. "That alone proves your company's potential.""A capable businessman sees opportunities." He looked directly at Iris. "Director Palmer only saw immediate gains. But CEO Holland looked much further.""He understands that building a long-term partnership with Raven & Radiance will benefit IWC far more than exploiting a single contract." He gently rested a hand on Iris' shoulder.

"What's going on?" Iris frowned, her pleasant mood instantly ruined. "We waited in line for over an hour specifically for this table. Now you're telling me it belongs to someone else?""I'm terribly sorry, Miss." The waiter lowered his head apologetically again. "It appears there was a misunderstanding at the reception. This table was reserved in advance."He quickly forced another polite smile. "However, we've already prepared another table for you. Please allow me to escort you there.""What a hassle..." Iris sighed softly. Although she wasn't pleased, she was about to stand when Veyron lightly raised a finger. It was only the slightest gesture."Sit." His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an unquestionable calmness.Iris blinked in confusion. She didn't understand what he intended to do, but after spending so much time around him, she had developed a habit of trusting his judgment. Without another word, she quietly sat back down."Sir..." The waiter frowned. "What do you mean by thi