CHAPTER 35
The next day.
“I will go straight to the point,” Anon gazed straight into the eyes of someone who wanted to enter into cooperation with him.
Owning a perfume company like Anon, Count Randolph DaVoltaire, the Owner, President &CEO of Trimori Essence, sat comfortably on a couch opposite him.
From the moment they both sat in a secluded corner of the diner in one of the leading Hotels in the City, the two gentlemen were seizing up each other, both with severe expressions on their faces.
“What do you exactly need from me?”
An irritating smile, as if he had won the world, appeared on DaVoltaire's face, “I only do business with the best, Stark!”
Anon responded, distant and emotionless, “Talk more—“
“Alright, I wanted to buy shares from your company. We are in the same line of
