It wasn't just him who was envious. Every boss in the world was green with envy.
However, Musk felt that being able to achieve this much was already quite impressive. At least he wasn't like the other bosses, who had no authority at all and had to listen to the board of directors in everything.
Yet, just as everyone was singing his praises, a discordant voice suddenly emerged in the conference room.
"If all our funds are used to rescue Tesla's stock market, what will we do if money is urgently needed elsewhere?"
The lively discussion came to an abrupt halt. Everyone turned their heads toward the person who had spoken.
She was a black-haired girl with an elegant air and exquisite features, like a Greek goddess carved by a sculptor.
Though she had black hair, the girl did not have an Asian face. She looked more Middle Eastern.
Normally, anyone who openly contradicted a boss as extremely arrogant as Musk would definitely meet a miserable fate.
But when it came to this girl, Musk didn't dare show her the slightest bit of displeasure.
That was simply because her father was the largest shareholder in his company. Moreover, her father's identity was even more extraordinary—he was the crown prince of Dubai.
This girl was his seventh daughter, also known as the Seventh Princess. Her father had arranged for her to intern at Musk's company.
Musk didn't dare offend her. He could only clap his hands and say, "Sarah made an excellent point. This is something we should take as a warning and consider carefully."
Sarah showed no reaction to his perfunctory words. She merely looked at Musk and asked, "You still haven't answered me, Mr. Musk."
Musk coughed awkwardly, and a trace of displeasure appeared in his eyes.
"Princess Sarah,