Revenge is best served cold

I thought for a moment before saying, "I believe a recently debuted celebrity, Elise Howe, would be a suitable candidate."

A brief silence followed as the others exchanged uncertain looks, seemingly unfamiliar with the celebrity by the name of Elise Howe.

If my calculations were right, Elise had likely only been in the industry for just under six months. In my past life, she rose to stardom after a single drama and eventually commanded endorsement fees approaching hundreds of millions of dollars.

Her rise to stardom was imminent within the next month. If I could sign her now, it would undoubtedly yield substantial financial returns.

Jack scoffed and said, "If the goal is to build the company's brand awareness, why would you pick an unknown celebrity? Isn't that just throwing money away?"

He then continued confidently, "I believe a celebrity like Miranda Jilbert would be a great choice. Her credentials as a double award-winning actress ensure both broad recognition and substantial visibility."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I retained a degree of familiarity with Miranda, who maintained a superficial friendship with Elsa. If my memory served me correctly, Miranda was previously embroiled in a tax evasion controversy, which subsequently resulted in the stagnation of her career.

It had to be said that Jack proved to be a sentimental fool, showing his affection for Elsa by extending his care to her acquaintances. He was even willing to lend a hand to Miranda, Elsa's superficial friend.

I shot him a glance and said, "You should try to keep your personal biases in check, Jack."

Jack immediately furrowed his brows and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

I merely shot him a dismissive glance and replied, "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Having said that, I directed my attention to the remaining people in the conference room and asked, "Do any of you have other recommendations? Let's have an open discussion."

There was a pause before Mr. Plume broke the silence with a smile and said, "It seems like we're all getting up there in age now, and we're not too familiar with the ins and outs of the entertainment industry."

It was then that Mr. Ward snorted derisively and said, "I think, based on what I've heard, Miranda seems to be the better option."

Upon hearing that, the rest of the people in the conference room nodded in agreement. It was evident that a disparity existed between the two candidates- one was a nobody in the entertainment industry while the other had at least made a name for herself. It was obvious that the latter option had a greater chance of

success.

Upon seeing this, Jack directed a challenging gaze toward me.

I calmly returned his gaze and smiled faintly before proposing, "What do you say to another bet?"

Jack's demeanor shifted abruptly when he heard that.

Those in the conference room who were unaware of the underlying meaning of

our conversation turned their attention to us with curiosity.

Jack cleared his throat, his

demeanor betraying a hint of discomfort as he said, "I don't think that's necessary. I'm just worried that the loss will be too

overwhelming for you."

It was then that Mr. Ward, who was oblivious to the unspoken tension between Jack and me, chimedan eagerly, saying, "If that's the case, let's make a bet!"

He then directed his gaze toward me and said, "How about we get these two onboard as our brand ambassadors and see which one has better commercial value? If you lose, you have to step down from

the board."

I noticed Dad furrowing his brows in response to his proposal. I, however, quicklynoveldrama

spoke up before he could, saying, "It sounds good to me."

I then asked calmly, "What happens if I win, then?"

Jack, assuming that I was going to bring up the shares again, snapped, "You'd

better be mindful of the situation and don't push it, Jane!"

I dismissed him with a wave of my hand, asking, "Why are you so worked up? Are you afraid you'll lose or something?"

Jack paused in surprise before he replied in a somewhat strained voice, "How can that be?"

Smiling faintly, I said, "That's that, then."

I then directed my gaze toward the group and said, "If I win this bet, I only have one request."

Lucius, who had been giving me hostile glances from the side, said impatiently, "Go on. Tell us what it is."

"If I win this bet, I'd like to have the power to veto any decision made by the board," I declared while holding back a triumphant grin.