The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 360

"Sorry, I forgot," Jillian said in a mild tone. "The project really did thrive under your leadership."

Coming from anyone else, this might have sounded like a compliment, but from Jillian's mouth, it was pure, unadulterated sarcasm.

Sylvia's smile froze, a flash of humiliation crossing her face.

Taking in her shifting emotions, Killian tapped his fingers lightly against the desk. He pushed a stack of documents forward, effortlessly breaking the tension. "Let's begin."

Jillian pushed aside all distractions, instantly shifting into a professional mindset, and initiated the negotiations with a serious demeanor.

The two clashed over the core issues: the collaboration model, distribution of power, and profit margins. Their viewpoints grew increasingly divergent, their tones tightening as the verbal sparring escalated.

After sitting in silence for a long time, Sylvia finally couldn't hold back. Her voice dripped with blatant defensiveness as she interrupted, "Ms. Jarrett, please watch your tone. You came to us for this partnership; Mr. Quincy isn't begging you."

Jillian raised her eyes, her gaze landing lightly on Sylvia's face, her voice calm and utterly detached. "It seems you aren't aware of the situation. Mr. Quincy was the one who invited us for this collaboration."

Sylvia was taken aback. She instinctively turned to look at Killian, her eyes filled with confusion.

Killian's expression remained cold, his brows heavy, showing absolutely no intention of offering an explanation.

Sylvia bit her lower lip and stubbornly fired back, "Even if that's true, so what? A corporate partnership means both sides are on equal footing. There's no need for you to be so aggressive."

A sliver of cold mockery flashed in Jillian's eyes. Her reply was sharp and decisive: "Business negotiations aren't child's play. If you can't handle the heat, go back to being a spoiled princess. Why stay here and suffer?"

"You..."

Sylvia was so choked up she couldn't form a sentence. She instinctively started to rise, ready to argue.

Jillian leaned back slightly, sinking into her chair as she locked onto Sylvia with an icy, predatory gaze.

The tension in the room instantly peaked.

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