Chapter 1222 Long Hair Suits You

• According to usual practice, everyone should have been dismissed for lunch by now, with the meeting to resume in the afternoon. But at this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room was heavy, as if a dark cloud hung overhead. No one dared to speak up, let alone suggest a break—so much so that even the growling of empty stomachs was suppressed in fear.
• Because their boss, Mr. Whitney, was radiating a chilling aura.
• He hadn’t lost his temper, hadn’t scolded anyone. He was calmly discussing work matters, staying strictly professional. But everyone could feel it—he was like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode without warning.