"Alright, meeting adjourned." Lu Zhiwei, holding the documents, straightened her back and announced the meeting was over.
The thin, forlorn figure resolutely walked out of the conference room.
Luo Xiu casually got up from his seat and swaggered out.
He showed no remorse whatsoever towards the artists he had hurt and exploited.
That evening.
A major news story suddenly surged to the top of the local news trending topics.
[Lu Ming, president of the Fine Arts Association, committed suicide at home by taking sleeping pills and passed away.]
Inside the Luo family manor, Luo Xiu was quietly having dinner while watching the news broadcast on television.
The cutlery in my hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
Assistant Eisen rushed into the restaurant in a panic, his face full of worry: "Something terrible has happened, President Luo. All the news media are reporting that you forced President Lu to his death for the sake of the chairmanship."
Now, a large number of painters and loyal fans of Mr. Lu Ming have flocked to the manor to protest... demanding that you pay with your life.
Luo Xiu pursed his lips, clenched his palms, and laughed wickedly and arrogantly.
"Lu Zhiwei, Lu Zhiwei, your move of using death as a pretext is truly brilliant."
No wonder she deliberately provoked him, making him choke her in front of everyone in the association.
She had been waiting for him to walk step by step into the trap she had dug.
Now that Lu Ming is dead, it is impossible to verify whether the deceased president was actually Lu Zhiwei in disguise.
The vortex of public opinion will all be directed at him, the one who most wants to get rid of Lu Ming and reclaim his position as president.
Even if he has a powerful background.
I'm afraid I won't be able to sit in the position of president anymore.
The entire corporate image of Lockheed Martin will also suffer a significant blow.
The protests and demonstrations outside the manor grew louder and louder.
It was like a demonic sound entering his ears, tormenting his auditory nerves again and again.
Luo Xiu picked up his phone and made a call to Lu Zhiwei.
When the call connected, his voice was hoarse and deep: "Congratulations, you've beaten me again."
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