C2 This Suit of Yours Is from Last Year Right?

"You..." Yun Yan gritted her teeth, trembling with anger.

"Director Yan, please sign first. I can give you a better deal..." Yun Yan, seeing Yann Qiai about to take control of the situation, hurriedly tried to finalize the contract. She thought she was speaking quietly, but her words echoed through the entire room via the microphone in front of her.

Immediately, nearly every company participating in the bidding was outraged. Why lower the price? Discontented murmurs spread through the crowd.

But in the next moment, their anger vanished. Yan Zhimo didn't sign the document. Instead, he fixed a cold gaze on Yann Qiai and sneered, "Long time no see. How have you been?"

"I'm doing well, Director Yan. How about you?" Yann Qiai responded with a charming smile, gracefully stepping forward. She picked up the water glass from the signing table and, with a swift motion, poured it over the document.

Yann Qiai didn't care if the water splashed onto Yan Zhimo's suit. She simply glanced back and forth between Yan Zhimo and Yun Yan, finally locking eyes with Yun Yan.

"If you want to sign, you should first see if you're even qualified!" Yann Qiai's voice was filled with anger and determination. She reached into her bag, pulled out a folder, and tossed it into Yun Yan's arms.

"Ah—" Yun Yan was startled, fumbling to catch it. "What is this?!"

"Nothing much, just a lawsuit." Yann Qiai shrugged, looking at Yun Yan indifferently. "Dear stepmother, you can take your time reading it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask your lawyer."

"I'm sorry, I forgot. Your lawyer is probably from Yann's Group, right? Well, they're not on your side anymore," Yann Qiai sneered.

"You should find a lawyer quickly, or else the court will have to appoint one for you the day after tomorrow," Yann Qiai paused. "No one wants to defend you, so don't make it hard on the court."

"Yann Qiai, you..." Yun Yan clutched a folder in one hand and pressed her chest with the other, looking like she was about to explode with anger.

"Once the hearing is over, the company will be back in my hands. So, please move out soon and clean up those messy accounts of yours. Otherwise, you'll be heading straight to jail after losing the company!"

Yann Qiai continued with her sarcasm, "If you have any issues, feel free to call me and leave a message!"

Yun Yan's eyes were red with fury, glaring at Yann Qiai as if she might faint from anger at any moment.

Yann Qiai turned to leave, but before she could, a strong hand grabbed her arm.

"Miss Yann, you spilled water on my clothes."

Yan Zhimo's eyes were cold, his tone threatening.

This tall, imposing man had the looks of a movie star, but his aura was as chilling as a messenger from the underworld. His sharp brows and tightly pressed lips exuded authority without anger. His chiseled features, high nose bridge, and perfect face could make countless women swoon.

But Yann Qiai was clearly not one of them.

"Oh, is there a problem? I didn't notice," Yann Qiai glanced at the wet front of the man's suit, then casually pulled out a wad of cash from her bag.

She stuffed the money directly into Yan Zhimo's suit pocket. "This suit is last year's style, isn't it? Go buy yourself a new one."

With a thud, a young female reporter fainted right on the floor of the conference hall. But no one paid her any mind. Everyone was too stunned, mouths agape, eyes wide, staring at Yann Qiai, this woman who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, treating the city's most powerful figure with such audacity.

In the business world, or any industry for that matter, there's a saying: you might dare to cross the mayor, but never Yann's Group. And the president of Yann's Group, Yan Zhimo? Absolutely untouchable!

"Heh." Yan Zhimo paused for a couple of seconds, then let out a dark chuckle. He raised his hand, palm outward, gesturing twice toward the crowd. Instantly, dozens of men in black suits stood up and began clearing the room.

"Please, everyone, leave. I need to have a private conversation with the lovely Miss Yann about the company acquisition," Yan Zhimo said, locking eyes with Yann Qiai, emphasizing each word.

"Um... Director Yan..." Yun Yan finally snapped out of it, looking up nervously at Yan Zhimo, trying to say something.

"Do you have something to add?" Yan Zhimo turned his head, his gaze at Yun Yan sharp enough to cut.

Yun Yan shivered, then immediately turned and left the hall without another word.

And so, in the vast conference room, only Yan Zhimo and Yann Qiai remained.

"You and I have nothing to discuss."