Uncle Ying nodded. Although he knew the Great Young Madame's words might not be reliable, he still committed everything Julia had said to memory, so that he could relay it to Glades Horne upon his return.
「Valence Group.」
In the grand conference room, Glades Horne still wore the familiar, straight-cut black suit everyone was accustomed to, which his beloved wife now chose for him. The suits he used to custom-make for himself had not been worn in a long time. With an inscrutable expression on his handsome face and his deep eyes gleaming with spirit, he sat in the CEO's chair, lips pursed, listening as the managers reported on the profit and loss situations of each subsidiary for the spring season. Generally, most of Valence Group's subsidiaries were profitable, but some would incur losses due to poor management. Therefore, after each quarterly meeting, some subsidiary managers were invariably replaced. Glades Horne demanded profit, not losses.
