Sebastian’s expression darkened instantly. “So she’s the only designer left, and she’s not even reacting? She’s not coming to me?”
Sean stared, trying to follow his bizarre logic. He summoned his courage. “Sir, if I may ask, why would Ms. Sanders come to you?”
Sebastian looked at him as if he were an idiot. “I just poached her entire design team. Isn’t she angry?”
Sean couldn’t comprehend his line of thinking. “Sir, not only will she not come, she’ll probably thank you. Her company was full of dead weight, and now they’re all in our company. Why would she come looking for you?”
Sebastian’s gaze was icy. “She’s about to collaborate with the Monroe family. She’ll need a team that knows the business. Poach their entire operational team. Let’s see how long she can last out there on her own.”
Sean was speechless, looking at his boss as if he were insane. “Sir… what kind of logic is that? Ms. Sanders won’t come to you for something like this. Your actions will only make her think you’re trying to destroy her.”
“You poached her design director, then her entire design department. Sir, Ms. Sanders will only hate you for this. Think about it. You give Ms. Scott anything she wants, but you’re pushing Ms. Sanders into a corner.”
A flicker of doubt crossed Sebastian’s cold, emotionless eyes. When put like that, his actions did seem excessively cruel. In an instant, a powerful, chilling aura enveloped him, like a demon emerging from hell. Sean instinctively lowered his head further.
“Have someone keep an eye out. The moment Matthew arrives for the contract signing, inform me immediately,” Sebastian’s deep, cold voice commanded.


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