Every word was like an ice pick, piercing Xu Mengjie's heart. Breach penalty, resource freeze... these immense pressures of reality, in her world submerged in despair, were merely heavy stones that barely stirred any ripples. She just nodded numbly, as if her soul had already departed.
"I... understand... thank you, President Zhou..." Her voice was as light as a breeze.
Zhou Jue no longer looked at her, as if she was already an insignificant presence.
He picked up the phone and dialed: "Legal department, send someone to organize the materials and handle Xu Mengjie's contract termination matters."
Putting down the phone, he picked up the document he had just set aside, calmly picked up a marker, and drew a big "×" on it.
Every stroke was like a knife cutting.
Zhou Jue no longer looked at her: "Book a ticket back to Xingyue; someone over there will handle your affairs."
After saying this, his eyes focused on the paper, as if the conversation had never happened.
