No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 2068

As soon as she left the room, Bella called.

Bella called with good news.

Since the press conference, the company's situation had clearly started to improve.

Even when stocks were on the verge of plummeting, they managed to recover, which was undoubtedly a positive sign.

Bella was enthusiastically discussing these matters, leaving Elisa feeling somewhat dazed.

“The company is back on track now, all thanks to your brilliant maneuver. I can't even begin to count how many companies are regretting their decisions. In short, Liz, you're amazing,” Bella said.

Elisa chuckled. “As long as the company is running smoothly, I'm happy. I just hope there won't be any more chaos. It's just that things seem to have been resolved a bit too easily. It feels odd.”

Bella didn't quite agree, feeling that Elisa was probably just being overly cautious. The most crucial corporate image has now been restored. Beyond that, I can't think of any other issues.

Elisa opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong, but her keen intuition told her that things weren't that simple.

To give a simple example, that group of journalists did not show up by chance or because they caught wind of something.

If that was the case, someone must be pulling the strings.

Clearly, he didn't believe he could persuade the person on the other end of the phone because that person had always been very stubborn. Things have always been the same, and everything will remain.

Sure enough, after a brief silence, the person on the other end of the call snorted coldly and said mockingly, “It seems like you've been in the company for a while and have forgotten who you are, haven't you? Fine. If you won't do it, someone else will. However, I'll reveal your identity to Elisa. Guess what? Do you think she will still trust you after this?”

The man clearly wanted to say something more, but the call was abruptly ended.

All he got in response was a series of busy tones.

The man leaned against the railing of the rooftop, kicking it a few times as if to vent his frustration. Then, resting his weight on the railing, he looked down, his face filled with defeat. If it weren't for the reluctance to let go, I would truly wish to leap and dispel a thousand sorrows. It's a pity I can't. I still have a lot of things to do.