Babel Novel
Chapter 335
Chapter 335
Easton waved his hand dismissively, “Come on, I'm too old to be squabbling with a young lady. 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 glasses. Even if I understate my case, you'd accuse 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 at landing 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’s company, QuickSend Parcels, was a small fish compared 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 slated 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 being laughed out ofthe reom? Nanson was taking-a huge gamble. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
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*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 glanced 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 glance, 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. .~ NovelDrama.Org
Lambotte gave a nod, signaling for them to begin.
Anthea stood, plugged a USB into the computer, and started her presentation, connecting it to the projector behind her. Her voice was clear, with a charming British accent.
Lambotte, initially disinterested, perked up at her words, his gaze sharpening. He had seen countless proposals that day, none particularly 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.
Nanson and Helena were astounded by Anthea's eloquence and confidence.