As the three women walked past a glass-walled conference room, Adela and Cici instantly turned their heads. A wave of pressure hit them like a wall—every hair on their bodies stood on end.
Inside, seven or eight middle-aged men sat around an oval table. They were all dressed in black suits, each holding a cigarette, the air thick with smoke.
What made their scalps go numb wasn’t just the haze, but the cold, indifferent glances the men cast toward them—void of warmth. Adela spotted Robbie among them, his expression tense, clearly in the middle of something serious.
Robbie only cast them a glance before looking away.
The three women continued behind the sweet-looking assistant until they reached an office.
As soon as they were gone, one of the men seated across from Robbie asked dryly,
“His woman?”
Robbie hesitated, then gave a short nod.
Another man, confused by the vague exchange, asked, “Who?”
A snort came from one corner. “Who else? That little wolf cub.”
The room fell quiet for a b
