It was rare for her to back down—her first attempt this entire year.
But I stayed silent, unmoved.
Her tone shifted, now tinged with frustration. “What are you so upset about? Fine, leave the press conference in a mood if you must, but divorce? What did I do to offend you this time?”
"If you’re upset because I didn’t clarify things with Nigel at the press conference, I’ll find an opportunity to explain it later."
Seeing a slight change in my expression, Lindsay quickly continued:
"You have no idea what happened after you left. A few major clients you negotiated with suddenly started backtracking, and one of them even said he’s considering pulling his investment."
She hesitated, then added, "Nigel doesn’t have enough experience to handle this mess. Can you come with me tomorrow to visit them and smooth things over, okay?"
She lightly tugged at my arm, her tone soft, almost playful, as though trying to charm me.
But I wasn’t moved. I looked at her with a sharp, mocking smile. "So, the real reason you’re here is to get me to clean up your mess?"