Chapter 269

"Mr. Sheffield! Wait up! There are many…"

The door creaked open as it was pushed with a loud bang. "You br—"

The group simultaneously turned toward the door, and all confused gazes landed on Corey. The word "brat" remained stuck in his throat.

Sweeping a glance over the table, Corey noticed that everyone looked extraordinary with their custom-made clothes.

Since he'd grown up in a prestigious family, he'd long cultivated an eye for identifying elites. The next moment, he made eye contact with a clear but cold gaze.

"Was this brat seriously occupied? Perhaps it's a collaboration meeting?" Corey wondered. He knew Lucille managed a company after all. He wondered if he'd screwed things up for her.

Corey quickly composed himself. Although he'd burst in aggressively, he dreaded angering Lucille the most. If he'd messed things up for her, it would be over for him.

Just as he was about to say, "Sorry, wrong room," he accidentally saw someone avoiding eye contact with him. It was someo