Justin had a lunch meeting here at noon.

On the second floor of Hotel Finest, the conference hall was on the left and the restaurant on the right.

As soon as he walked out of the elevator, he heard the commotion at the entrance of the conference hall.

He originally wasn't paying much attention to it, but when he glanced over, he spotted a familiar figure.

His footsteps paused for a moment.

When he heard the service staff chasing them away impatiently, he frowned and said to Sean, "Let's go over and take a look"

No matter what, the Andersons were, after all, acquaintances with the Hunts.

The previous generation of the two families had been closely acquainted with one another; how could he allow others to bully and humiliate them? Sean nodded.

"Yes, sir.’ But when he was about to walk over, he heard that deep and clear voice going "Wait a minute.

Nora picked up her cell phone.

Her fair and slender fingers tapped a couple of times on it and she opened her email inbox.

Sure enough, there were a few invitations lying within.

As the most prestigious surgeon around, organizers of various conferences held in different countries would send her token invitations.

Sure enough, the organizers of a formal conference like this one had also sent her one.

However, she needed a bit of time to find the invitation from her junk mail...

At this time, someone beside her spoke.

"Miss Smith?"

Taken aback, Nora lifted her head and looked over—it was a woman that looked about 30 years old.

Her curly hair rested on her shoulders and she was wearing formal business attire.

She frowned.

After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "You are?"

A displeased Tina York frowned.

They had obviously met in the hospital before, but she was actually pretending not to know her...

had been wondering why Justin had brought a young doctor over

it turned out that she was actually from

Andersons were gradually falling into decline day by

relying on formulas from twenty years ago and selling medicines based on

been at the end of their tether and told that nobody doctor to operate on Mrs.Hunt as a last-ditch attempt, right? Unfortunately, all that credit had gone to

seemingly said as a kind reminder, "Everyone's a distinguished individual here.Since the Andersons haven't received

speculating in low voices: "My goodness, I thought the Andersons just forgot their invitation,

has expanded.There's basically

To think they've been reduced to the point where

blame anyone else for that.What can anyone do if they don't improve themselves? I heard the drugstores and hospitals working with them have returned their

sneaked off with my tail between my legs by

expression change again and again, and he felt as

for a good time today.If you simply have to go in...Uncle Simon, if you promise you won't disturb the others,

"Won't disturb the others"...

it, it was as if they weren't fit to be seen in public!

he became so infuriated that he turned

at Tina coldly and said, "The Andersons receive a lot of invitations, so I took a while to find it and ended up causing

we go

"..This way, please!"

of them from the Andersons finally enter

the door,

hadn't sent an invitation

remembered wrongly?

Andersons with the intention of helping them out of

looked

seem to need

“Justin’.."

momentarily slipped his mind that that woman was Anti, so how could she

her line of "The Andersons receive a lot

turned and started walking

a chance for me to return the favor I owe.Sean, who was following closely behind him silently, was rendered speechless.Boss, you don't need to explain anything! An explanation is no different from a cover-up! As a professional secretary, however,

t sell their drugs at all.If this

looked rather thoughtful when

Finest service staff knew their boss,

was arranged

suits and formal shoes while the women wore

a

narrowed his eyes slightly and

soon as he approached, he heard Melissa ask,

was helping with the treatment of Mrs.Hunt's illness before, right? Although I wasn't

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