As the contract was laid out, the Lewis Group shareholders watched with wide, expectant eyes. It was a two-billion-dollar agreement. All Chloe had to do was sign it, and the deal would take effect immediately. With that capital injection from Myers Group, Lewis Group could not only resolve its current financial strain but also smoothly advance its new partnership initiatives. If that happened, the company might truly have a shot at recovery. The shareholders could hardly contain themselves—some looked ready to stride over and sign the document on Chloe's behalf. Gordon watched Chloe disregard Arthur entirely and shook his head in resignation. He genuinely wanted Lewis Group to get back on track. But under Chloe's leadership, it seemed the company was veering dangerously off course. Chloe checked the time and lifted her gaze to Arthur. "There are still five minutes left, aren't there?" Arthur fell silent, his jaw tightening slightly as he met her steady stare."Even if only five seconds remained, it wouldn't be over. And even if it were—so what?" Chloe offered a faint, cool smile. "Even if Lewis Group declared bankruptcy today, it would have nothing to do with Myers Group. Perhaps Myers Group was once a suitable partner, but the moment I allowed the contract to expire without renewal, your company was out." Out. That simple word sent a pang through Arthur. Chloe had used the same term with him before—in her emotional world, he had been completely shut out. No chance left, not even a sliver. "Chloe, you must realize that your only viable option now is Myers Group," Arthur said, keeping his voice as soft and controlled as possible. Chloe met his gaze evenly. "I disagree. There are still four minutes and thirty seconds remaining." "You..." Arthur was at a loss for words. He studied her face, reminding himself to stay calm and not overstep. Chloe resented him—he had to slowly change her perception. Lewis Group's performance in recent years had been weak. No one in the business world would recklessly invest in such an uncertain venture. Chloe had to understand what was at stake. "Chloe, everyone here is waiting for your decision," Arthur said, straightening his posture. "I know you committed to restoring hope to Lewis Group within a month. Right now, it's not just you—the entire company needs this capital. I've raised the amount to two billion, exceeding your initial target." Worried she might refuse outright, he added quickly, "I admit the increase is because of you, but my desire to see Lewis Group recover is genuine and shared by everyone. Can we move past this conflict? "Even if you never forgive me, I'll accept that. But please don't let it jeopardize the company's future, alright?" As he spoke, Arthur's eyes flickered toward Melinda, who stood behind Chloe. Dressed in a sharp suit, Melinda carried a striking, androgynous appeal. Was this the type Chloe preferred? A flicker of irritation passed through Arthur. Where had he fallen short? In looks? Stature? Was it because he didn't know how to play the charming, coquettish type? Just as Arthur was lost in these thoughts, Chloe's cold voice cut through the air. "Arthur, you're overestimating yourself. What gives you the right to discuss partnership with me? What standing do you have to tell me what to do?" She let out a derisive laugh. "Who do you think you are?" "I—" "Drop the exaggerated act. Whether it's you or Myers Group—you're not welcome here," Chloe stated coldly. "Zachary, please inform security to escort these uninvited guests out." Zachary stepped forward gracefully and offered Arthur a polite smile. "Mr. Myers, we're all familiar with each other. Let's not make a scene, shall we? "Before Ms. Lewis loses her patience, I suggest you leave quietly. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to have you removed," Zachary said, his tone pleasant but his words cutting. Arthur's breathing grew heavier. He could tolerate Chloe's attitude, but being dismissed by someone he considered irrelevant felt like a direct challenge to his dignity. Just as his anger threatened to boil over, a commotion arose at the entrance. Scott had arrived, looking as though he'd rushed there in a state of urgency.