Chapter 418 Swing

Faith Richards hadn't expected to meet Ross Oakley himself, but there he was, seated in a grand office that screamed wealth and power. 

The room was an extravagant display of success, with fine leather furniture, gleaming gold accents, and walls lined with rare art pieces. 

It was the kind of setting designed to leave an impression—and it did.

As soon as her eyes met Ross's, she immediately pegged him as a man who carried immense pride, someone who wouldn't take kindly to being crossed. 

In her experience, men who surrounded themselves with such ostentatious displays of their achievements were often petty and deeply territorial. 

Yet, something about Ross was different. 

There was a commanding presence about him that made it hard to dismiss him as just another egotistical businessman.

"Hello, Mr. Oakley. Thank you so much for your time," Faith said with a polite smile as she took her seat.