Mei Lein's smirk faltered. Her Manager Jing straightened—an instinctive tick of fear that betrayed the confidence in their posture. Xiao Fei's jaw dropped, her usual sass swallowed whole as tension carved itself across her face. Chen Yifan looked like he had just come out of a fog, realising a beat too late the authority stepped in, Chen Yifan usually thought nothing could eclipse his own presence—suddenly looked like someone waking from a dream.
He blinked once, then again, recognition dawning a beat too late.
"CEO Lu... Lu," he stammered, the honorific tumbling out clumsy on his tongue.
Lu Jianjun didn't so much enter the room as alter its gravity. The man wasn't loud, wasn't flashy—he didn't need to be. His presence alone had the weight of a verdict.
