The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities-Chapter 42 - : 042 Go Check

Chapter 42: 042 Go Check

Fu Consortium meeting room.

At this moment, the spacious meeting room with its luxurious and extravagant decor, the atmosphere seemed especially tense and oppressive.

The group of top leaders, usually unrivaled outside, now didn’t even dare to breathe heavily.

Each of them tensed every muscle in their bodies, straining to maintain the utmost concentration.

Today was the monthly summary day, also known as the disaster day for the higher-ups of the Fu Consortium.

It might have been an illusion, but right now, the top leaders in the meeting room felt that today’s BOSS was particularly intimidating.

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A single indifferent glance, and the entire meeting room seemed to freeze for three seconds.

Those present were all battle-hardened, but now, each was on edge as if teetering on the brink of life and death.

Again and again, they lowered their heads to check the report documents in their hands, not daring to overlook the slightest detail.

After all, with the Fu Consortium’s data, missing a decimal place could cost them their fortunes and even their lives.

Just ten minutes into the meeting, the group of leaders, dressed in suits and leather shoes, were already drenched in sweat.

There was no helping it, President Fu’s presence was just too overwhelming.

Young yet enormously capable, decisive in handling issues, cold and detached, like the King of Hell himself—who could endure that?

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The President of the W City branch was already trembling with fear. After a long wait without President Fu uttering a word, a chill began to set in at the very core of his being.

The company’s performance for this quarter had clearly exceeded the target, so why did President Fu still look dissatisfied?

Was there a problem with the report?

With a heart full of trepidation, he went through the report from beginning to end again but found no issues.

Having no other option, his eyes habitually drifted towards the first seat to the right of the main seat, only to find it empty.

Right, the Second Young Master had gone on a trip!

The heavens wish to destroy me!

A certain president lamented inwardly as his legs began to tremble slightly.

Assistant Qin, save me!

Catching the plea for help in his eyes, Qin Feng pursed his lips, just about to speak up when Fu Qiyuan slightly lifted his head, his eyes veiled by a thin mist, sending a chill through the room with their enigmatic light.

His long fingers tapped on the table, and his deep, magnetic voice slowly filled the air.

“Next.”

At his words, President Liu let out a sigh of relief, steadying himself against the table as he slowly sat down, and the next one continued with the report.

The man’s sharp, handsome features carved in relief under the full light of the room only added to the mystery. With his tall, statuesque presence, regal and elegant, he exuded the powerful and daunting aura of a superior.

Fu Qiyuan’s gaze was half-lidded, his deep eyes resting on the cellphone on the table, his inked eyebrow slightly furrowed.

Seeing this, the president currently reporting from the S City felt his calves go weak.

Could it be that the S City subsidiary was going to be completely wiped out because of him?

“Qin Feng.”

Now, not just his calves but even his toenails felt weak.

It was all over, his demise was near—President Fu had even summoned the Personal Guard Army!

Fu Qiyuan slightly turned his head, and Qin Feng quickly leaned in.

“President Fu?”

Fu Qiyuan’s voice, low and cold, slowly rose.

“Go check.”

Qin Feng’s face showed total confusion!

Check? Check what?

Which division head had kept a mistress on the side again?

Or who had the audacity to oppose Fu’s?

Qin Feng was initially unresponsive, but with just one glance from Fu Qiyuan, there was a surge of cold sweat, elegant and composed, yet intimidating.

Suddenly, a “ding” sounded in his head!

More than two decades of intelligence was put to the test at that moment, his brain whirring as if on steroids!

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PS: The husband and wife take turns at the helm, poor trembling executives!