She was indeed a bit afraid that she might lose control and infuriate those three difficult old men to the point of a fit or even a heart attack on the spot.
These three old men, one had a face full of wrinkles and eyes that were always wide and round. One spoke slowly and measuredly, but every word was as sharp as a knife. And the last one had a facade of amiability, but was actually the shrewdest of them all.
Any one of them, just a glance could give you a headache, let alone facing the pressure of all three of them combined.
Although Clara Bennett was fairly confident in her emotional control, these old men were really adept at manipulating emotions, and there was a chance she might get provoked.
And thinking of such consequences, a slightly malevolent smile appeared at the corners of her mouth: Wouldn't it be quite a spectacle if that really happened?
But it's better to stay controlled, not letting certain people with ulterior motives take advantage of the situation.
