Why Spare Any Mercy?

Mr. Griffin abruptly turned around, his sharp gaze piercing directly at Naomi Sweeney.

“What do you take Pinpoint Club for?”

That cold, piercing gaze felt like a knife pressed against her carotid artery, causing her to instinctively hold her breath and tremble as she looked at Mr. Griffin.

The old man still had a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.

“I have already saved face for you in front of everyone. Miss. Sweeney, you better leave yourself some dignity!”

It was only after Mr. Griffin left that Naomi finally snapped back to reality.

Everything that had happened today was completely beyond her control, and even her wildest imagination couldn't have predicted it.

She had thought that the inkstone she had bought at a high price for Mr. Louise would earn his favor, even surpassing everyone present, including Cynthia.

But in the end, the shabby pen holder bought by Cynthia turned out to be genuine, exposing her identity as the owner of Pinpoint Club.