In the president's office.
Shirley sat in the leather chair with a strong aura and a calm expression.
She looked at Cecelia, who sat opposite her, and asked directly, "You've been waiting for me for days. What do you want?"
"Do you need to ask? I want to take back the shares that belong to me."
Cecelia expressed her thoughts bluntly.
Shirley shrugged. "I have no objection to it. I can transfer your shares back to you..."
"No, no, you misunderstood."
Cecelia pushed up her glasses. There was a shrewd look in her eyes. "We both know what a mess Korita Group is in now. I don't want my shares back. I want money."
Shirley smiled and took a sip of coffee. "Interesting. I don't quite understand. What mess is Korita Group in so you want out?"
"You tell me."