"Monica, who are you talking about?" The board member who had scolded her the most stood up from his seat angrily.
"I'm talking about you!" Monica shouted.
Since she was young, she liked to go to nightclubs, and it was inevitable that she would meet some hooligans. Hence, Monica's arguing skills were not bad.
"You!"
"Now that the Cardellini Enterprise is in trouble, you curse everything and the person in charge of the Cardellini Enterprise instead of thinking about how to tide over the difficulties together! So, if you fall sick one day, will you not see a doctor and criticize your mother for not giving you a good body?" Monica's voice was loud.
When she was desperate, she could shed all pretenses of cordiality.
"Y-Y-You wretched girl, what nonsense are you spouting?"
