Only woman who can stand beside him can do this

"Mr. McArthney?"

The presenter finally recovered his senses. Confusion was all over his face when everyone's eyes turned to him with sarcasm, mockery, disapproval, and amusement. There were even hidden messages which he couldn't comprehend. Tempted and unnerved, he was about to check if there was something wrong in his face when a deathly glare from his backer made him stiffen in place.

Questions appeared in his mind then.

'What happened?'

'Why is everyone suddenly like this?'

'A while ago they're still throwing me admiring glances.'

'Just what the heck happened that even Mr. Sinclair looks to be dying to kill me?'

'... I remember only permitting the prettiest girl here to ask questions...'

A few seconds later, while still being frozen in place by everyone's mixed but mostly scorning glances, his hazy mind cleared, enabling him to remember what he just did. He looked around again, cold sweats running down his spin