"David..."

In the conference hall on the 18th floor of the Moire Group, David had just inserted the USB into a high-end apple computer.

On the huge electronic screen, a female voice suddenly sounded on the computer that should have shown the form, like a muffled thunder exploding in everyone's ears.

There was an uproar in the conference hall!

At this moment, Albert Einstein, who was recording the conference's contents, stopped writing. Subconsciously, he raised his head and saw an unsightly scene.

The president of the Moire Group, David, was standing in front of the conference table. His long, prominent fingers were on the sandalwood table, and his dark eyes were focused on everyone at the table.

In the end, his gaze quietly landed on Albert Einstein.

Albert Einstein couldn't help but feel a pain in the corner of his forehead. His lips curled into a mocking and bitter smile.

"What... what's going on? That David... is that?"

At the same time, David's uncle's face darkened instantly. He pointed at the screen and asked, "Are you referring to you, David?"

Everyone nodded and whispered, "How could such a video appear at such a crucial moment! It's a disgrace to the gate of the Moire Group!"

"That's right! If word of this gets out, what does that sound like?!"

The embarrassing video broke the silence of the conference room, and the sound of discussion was endless!

David's tall figure stiffened. His sharp gaze swept across Albert Einstein's indifferent face. His dark eyes seemed to be filled with a storm.

He suddenly strode forward and closed the computer with his palm. The moment the screen darkened, everything became calm again.

The people of the board of directors, who were originally in a heated discussion, all fell silent and looked at each other.