Chapter 8

I was invited to the CEO's office of Blue Corp, Sullivan Group's arch-rival. Sitting across from me was an elegant lady in her thirties.

She thoughtfully had her secretary bring some stomach-soothing tea.

"I'm sorry, Miss Quinn. My mother has a weak stomach, so my office always keeps stomach-soothing tea on hand."

This person is decent, I quickly concluded. People who are good to their parents are usually not bad people.

"Shall we cooperate?" Ms. Blue smiled at me, not looking like someone in her thirties at all, but more like a mischievous little fox.

Smart people don't need to talk in detail. I firmly shook her hand: "Let's cooperate."

She would give me resources and help me speak out, while I would expose all the bad things Sullivan Group had done. This was a win-win situation.