"I accept goodwill." Serena Stanton held the steering wheel with one hand, looking straight ahead. "But only goodwill under the sun. Lawyer Rhodes, what do you say?"
She hung up the phone.
Just as Serena Stanton was about to start the engine, her phone rang again. Seeing the caller ID as "Husband," she smiled and answered.
At this moment, on the other side of the city, Donovan Rhodes stood on the terrace of his villa, holding a glass of single malt whiskey.
He asked Thomas on the other end of the line, "How is it?"
"Everything is arranged. On the day of the hearing, we will have someone ready outside. If Serena Stanton makes any mistakes on stage, the relevant analysis report will immediately appear in the inbox of all major financial media."
"Understood." Donovan Rhodes swirled his glass, took a sip, and gazed at the skyscrapers in the distance.
At the eye of the storm, the atmospheric pressure was dropping sharply.
