"I will resolve the issues as soon as possible," Justin Huxley personally pressed the elevator button, waved regretfully at Tina Huxley, "Sister, quickly send Auntie home. There's no need for you to worry about matters at the company."
Tina Huxley ground her teeth in frustration, and once the elevator doors closed, she turned to Mrs. Huxley: "Mom, what happened just now? Didn't we agree? Why did you suddenly change your tune and speak on his behalf?"
"What else could I do, tear faces in front of those board members?" Mrs. Huxley adjusted her shawl. "I would indeed like to take down Justin Huxley in one move, but reality doesn't allow for it."
Finishing the thought, she looked at Tina, who still didn't grasp the situation, and sighed in worry: "You're still too inexperienced to fight against him. Let's give him this bit of face; he won't be able to handle these issues anyway."
