I was impressed with myself. I managed to improvise so convincingly.

In the future, when I no longer wanted to hustle in the business world, I would definitely write books. I was sure storytelling was my ticket to success.

Even I almost got swept away by my own story.

Millard looked at me, his gaze somewhat blank. He shook his head slowly and said, "No..."

His confusion only fueled my satisfaction. I was confident that I had led his thoughts astray, and even his entourage seemed caught up in the moment.

"That's it. He said he shouldn't have rushed you into this, that he was too impatient with you. He's frustrated because he thought you could do better, but you let him down." I looked at Millard with open arms, expressing deep regret and pity.

Millard wore an embarrassed expression. He was showing signs of nervousness and regret. Seeing his expression, I quickly added more pressure.

"Forgive me for being blunt, but have you ever reflected on this? If Anson hadn't saved you back t