Chapter 175

I set my cutlery down and said in a casual tone, "You've brought quite a crowd." Seeing no trace of nervousness on my face, Pharrell clenched his raised hand into a fist. The figures closing in around us came to a halt and stayed a safe distance away. Their eyes were menacing. At that moment, it felt like Helen and I were helpless lambs about to be slaughtered. Pharrell gently held back the eager Lily with one hand, coaxing her as if soothing a restless puppy. "Ms. Park, calm down. Once I've subdued her, she'll be yours to handle as you wish." Helen and I exchanged knowing glances. Though we were clearly outnumbered, we didn't show a trace of fear. Pharrell, perceptive as ever, seemed to sense that we had an ace up our sleeve and chose not to act rashly. He merely asked, "Ms. Stark, shall we proceed with the deal now?" He had no patience for conversation. With one long stride, he yanked the case from the ground and slammed it onto the table. The neatly arranged dishes were insta