Meredith Stout sat in her spacious, luxurious office with one leg crossed over the other, leisurely sipping champagne from one hand. Her assistant nervously handed her a document—the intelligence division's latest report.
"Ms. Meredith, this is the latest intelligence we've gathered. Someone is trying to harm the company," the assistant said cautiously. He held a report from the intelligence division detailing information about someone plotting against the company. Yet Meredith had no regard for any of it.
Meredith raised an eyebrow, casually took the document, gave it a glance, then laughed disdainfully. "This trash thinks they can strike at the company? What a joke!"
She tossed the document aside and shook her head scornfully. "How could people like them ever think of standing against elite executives like us? They're overestimating themselves!"
The assistant lowered his head slightly. He knew Meredith's arrogance and contempt all too well. In Meredith's eyes, she stood at the pinnacle, looking down upon the entire city—a symbol of nobility—while ordinary people were nothing but insignificant ants.
"They're courting death. I'll make them pay," Meredith said confidently, a trace of arrogance in her eyes.
"Ms. Meredith, we should take measures against those trying to harm the company," the assistant carefully suggested.
"There's no need." Meredith waved her hand. "I'll handle this trivial matter myself and let them know the consequences of offending us."
Her tone carried an unquestionable arrogance. She believed her abilities would allow her to deal with these threats effortlessly. To her, those people were merely seeking their own deaths.
Meredith rose to her feet, elegantly smoothing her clothes. A sly glint flashed in her eyes. "I'll go there myself and see just how bold these pathetic fools are to dare move against us."
Her presence sent chills down people's spines. Her arrogant aura enveloped