My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup
Chapter 478

Chapter 478 I Won't Disappoint You

In addition to the competing teams,

All of Bloor Food's shareholders were present.

The magistrate and representatives from the industrial and commercial departments of the district also attended.

Bloor Food was a national enterprise after all.

Everyone attached great importance to it and didn't want to see another local company fail in its transformation.

"Ms. Stella!"

When Fitch saw Athena, he immediately approached her with a cheerful smile.

"Mr. Bloor," Athena smiled and nodded in greeting.

The two were about to exchange a few more words.

A sweet voice interrupted them. "Chelsea, you look stunning today."

Athena turned toward the source of the voice. "Ms. Bates."

Freya was wearing a white suit today, her long hair tied up in a high ponytail.

She looked both charming and capable.

"I've read the classic cases you've worked on before," Freya said with a gentle smile. "I'm looking forward to your proposal this time."

Athena smiled faintly in response. "I hope I won't disappoint Ms. Bates."

Freya's expression froze slightly.

Some of those around Fitch frowned while others stifled a laugh.

In the States, it was customary to respond to such polite words with something equally polite.

Ms. Stella was truly straightforward.

She didn't care about Ms. Bates' reputation at all.

"Mr. Bloor, we still have some preparations to make. I'll see you later," Athena said, turning to Fitch.

"Go ahead. Thank you for your hard work," he replied.

Athena led her team away with confident strides.

The assistant next to Fitch couldn't help but comment, "As expected of the successor to Stella Group, she is awe-inspiring even when she is smiling."

Freya gritted her teeth lightly.

But she managed to maintain her smile.

"The foreign team is really different from our domestic team," she said with a soft smile. "They don't seem to understand our concept of moderation. When the moon is full, it begins to wane." "Foreigners are like that," someone echoed.

"What foreigners? How many foreigners are there? Aren't they all American faces?" said a director with dissatisfaction.

"That's right. They're just pretending. I'd like to see what kind of plan they can come up with."

Freya started the conversation.

But she didn't continue.

Instead, she let this xenophobic sentiment spread among the older shareholders with traditional mindsets.

It was almost nine o'clock.

And the presentation was about to begin.

Everyone took their seats.

Just then, someone hurried inside and whispered something in Fitch's ear.

Fitch was taken aback.

He quickly got up and followed the first man out.

Freya was the first to present, having drawn the first slot. She frowned slightly as she watched Fitch leave in such a hurry.

Her gaze then fell on Chelsea, who was sitting in the front row and talking to her assistant.

She clenched her tablet tightly in her hand.

Her goal today was no longer to win this project.

It was to make Chelsea suffer a humiliating defeat and lose face.

Just then...

Chelsea, who had been listening attentively to her assistant, suddenly looked up. Her beautiful eyes, devoid of warmth, met Freya's malicious gaze directly.

Freya felt a sudden panic.

Almost at the same time...

The closed door opened again as Fitch returned with several people. Among the crowd, the tall man walking in front was none other than Byron, who was supposed to be in the church.