Liberty was a divorced woman, while Mrs. Torres was a widow. They both had a son, but Mrs. Torres thought she was more capable than Liberty was.

She felt she had to fight for what she wanted.

She thought she had a greater chance of winning against Liberty.

Besides, Liberty was not in Wiltspoon at the moment.

Serenity remained silent.

Duncan smiled and said, “If you’re not in a rush, we can meet another day. Sorry for your wasted trip.”

Mrs. Torres returned the smile. “It’s okay. You should handle matters of higher priorities first.”

Every business negotiation required several trips, or even over ten times going back and forth before it was finalized.

Mrs. Torres’s secretary pressed the elevator button again while she walked toward the back of Duncan’s wheelchair, ready to push him into the elevator.

Duncan refused her help, saying, “It’s fine, Mrs. Torres. This is an electric wheelchair. I can control it myself.”

Mrs. Torres smiled and withdrew her hands. She watched a