"Difficult?" Dylan Wellington's alluring eyes sparkled coldly.
He curled his lips in a sneer, "Our Wellington family spends over one hundred fifty million on Twitter ads annually. If even this can't be done, then there's no need to place ads there."
In the business era, the attitude of the paying client has always been tougher than the receiving party.
If the latter dares to offend the former, then it won't need to do business in the future.
"Alright, you can leave now, I have other matters to attend to."
After saying this, Dylan Wellington didn't even lift his eyelids and resumed reviewing the documents, his face turning sombre.
It's as if the sudden displeasure from earlier was only an illusion.
Now that the discussion is over, he once again becomes the indifferent Mr. Wellington, who cares not about others' opinions.
Tom Nelson had no choice but to retreat to handle his tasks.
