For a moment, the room was shocked.

External cost quotation was confidential, and no one would know unless they were insiders.

“How do you know this, Ms. Quimbey?”

“Is that true?”

“What’s their relationship?”

.....

Sean regained his composure, and he fixed his gaze on Yvette with a deadly stare.

A slightly fat woman sitting next to him looked a little mean. She recognized Yvette and immediately stood up.

“Ms. Quimbey, did Sean not give you enough money? Or are you not satisfied with the amount? What’s your motive for causing trouble now?”

Yvette glanced at the woman and gave a cold laugh.

“We meet again, Mrs. Moore.”

“You act really confident for a mistress. Ms. Quimbey’s skin is really extraordinarily thick. Now that you’ve been dumped, you’re throwing the handle after the blade and throwing mud at us?”

Mrs. Moore looked at Yvette, wanting nothing more than to tear her apart. How dare Yvette show up in front of her?

Yvette was stimulated by the word ‘mistress’ and her fac