Chapter Twenty Six

A month later

Sinjin growled, staring down at his phone screen. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." His dear, overbearing mother had resumed her habit of making a list of eligible females for him, but this time, she bypassed Adella and sent the list directly to his phone.

She had even added the president's daughter to the top of her wishlist. The previous list had twenty women, but this one had thirty. Surprisingly, it included two Italian women, one Japanese woman, and one Chinese woman.

"Sir?" one of the board members spoke up.

Sinjin looked up at the faces of the people in the conference room. He blinked, realizing he had spoken his thoughts aloud. They were all staring at him, waiting for him to say something.

"What?" he asked, stowing his phone.

"Barnes was just telling you about the prototype for the new safe that's being manufactured. You don't like the design?" Willard Schneider inquired.

"It's fine," Sinjin replied, looking down at the blueprint in front of him. "Are you a