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...

wondering why Justin had brought a young doctor over

it turned out that she was actually from the

Andersons were gradually falling into

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

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

as a kind reminder, "Everyone's a distinguished individual here.Since the Andersons haven't received an invitation, if you make a fuss here, it

from her made everyone queuing behind start speculating in low voices: "My goodness, I thought the Andersons just forgot their invitation, but

has expanded.There's basically no one buying the Andersons’

to the point where they

don't improve themselves? I heard the drugstores and hospitals working with

quickly sneaked off with my tail between my legs by now.What are

made Simon's expression change again and again, and he felt as if he had never

time today.If you simply have to go in...Uncle Simon, if you promise you won't

"Won't disturb the others"...

be seen in public! Simon felt as

that he turned to leave, a cool voice said,

said, "The Andersons receive a lot of invitations, so I took a while to find it and ended up causing a short delay.Sorry about that, Uncle Simon and Aunt Melissa.’ She raised her cell phone and presented the QR

go

"..This way, please!"

then did the three of them from

door,

remembered that her teacher hadn't

remembered

who had taken a couple of steps toward the Andersons with the intention

he looked back at

seem to

“Justin’.."

that woman was Anti, so how could she possibly not have an

receive a lot of invitations" sure was

started

usually reticent man said, "I'm just going over to see if there's a chance for me to return the favor I owe.Sean, who was following closely behind him silently, was rendered

t sell their drugs at all.If this continues, I'm afraid they'll go bust

looked rather

the Hotel Finest service staff knew their boss, so Justin entered

layout was arranged like a

in suits and formal shoes while the women

a pair of jeans, yet she was

narrowed his eyes

he heard Melissa ask, "Nora, where

Mrs.Hunt's illness before, right? Although I wasn't of much help, Mr.Hunt was

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