Easton waved his hand dismissively, “Come on, I''m too old to be squabbling with a youngdy. It''s good to be confident, kiddo, but don''t let it blind


    vou. Overconfidence is just arrogance in disguise.”


    "Confidence should be backed by something solid,” Anthea retorted calmly. "You''re locking at me through tinted sses. Even if I understate my


    case, you''d use me of being full of myself.


    That girl sure had a sharp tongue!


    Easton turned to Anthea, skepticism clear in his voice, “So, you''re saying your uncle has a fifty-fity shot atnding the deal?”


    "A fifty percent chance,” Anthea confirmed.


    Easton couldn''t hide his scoff, "Banking on that fifty percent is like betting on a lottery ticket, hoping for a jackpot!”


    Nanson’spany, QuickSend Parcels, was a small fishpared to Easton’s empire. Even a child could see that TOAEON wouldn''t pick them over


    the big sharks. TOAECN wasn''t run by fools!


    Anthea raised an eyebrow, unbothered, “The proof of the pudding is in the eating, Mr. Davenport. Let''s just wait and see.”


    Easton could only shake his head in disbelief. Pretty face, but not much upstairs. No wonder they say beauty and brains seldom go hand in hand.


    He didn’t bother to argue further, turning to Nanson with a tone dripping with sarcasm, “Nanson, then I wish you luck on clinching the deal. If you do,


    you owe me a dinner.”


    Nanson, catching the irony, simply smiled in response. Even Helena couldn''t help but feel embarrassed for them.


    Time ticked away, swiftly bringing them to 3 PM. TOAEON allocated five minutes to each contender. To win, they had to make every second count.


    Nanson and his team were ted to present twentieth.


    Anthea grabbed the proposal, "Uncle, let me do the talking. Just give me a quick rundown of our strengths.”


    Nanson nodded, briefing her on the


    specifics of thie courier industry.


    Helena listered in, her heart .


    pounding TOAEON''s staff were alt


    native English speakers. Could >


    Anthea, just a kid, really pull this off


    without beingughed out ofthe


    reom? Nanson was taking-a huge


    gamble.


    ~


    *QuickSend Parcels, you''re up,” an assistant from TOAEON announced, opening the conference room door.


    Nanson, not fluent in English but familiar with basic phrases, took a deep breath, "Annie, let''s go.”


    Anthea nced back at him, reassuring, “Don''t worry, Uncle.”


    Nodding, Nangon tried to appear


    calm as they@ntered the room,


    followed by Helena They were


    greeted oy: a middle-aged man with


    golden-hair and piercing blue eyes.


    He seemed friendly at first nce,


    bute sharp intelligence lurked


    behind his gaze. Tricky customers,


    the lot of them.


    The assistant introduced them, “President Yeager, meet TOAEON''s Deputy CEQ, Mr. Lambotte.”


    “Mr. Lambotte, pleasure to meet


    you! I''m anson, head of QuickSend


    Parcels, and this is my niece, >


    Anthea. §he''ll be discussing our


    proposat with you on my behalf”


    Nansen managed to get the words


    outra script he had rehearsed for


    ds. .~


    Lambotte gave a nod, signaling for them to begin.


    Anthea stood, plugged a USB into theputer, and started her presentation, connecting it to the projector behind her. Her voice was clear, with a


    charming British ent.


    Lambotte, initially disinterested, perked up at her words, his gaze sharpening. He had seen countless proposals that day, none particrly engaging.


    But Anthea’s presentation caught his attention. Where others focused on the future, Anthea emphasized mutual benefits. What do businessmen value


    above all? Profit.


    Not only did Anthea highlight the potential gains, she also provided a realistic analysis of QuickSend Parcels’ prospects.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Nanson and Helena were astounded by Anthea''s eloquence and confidence.