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

turned out that she

were gradually falling

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

that nobody doctor to operate on Mrs.Hunt as a last-ditch attempt, right? Unfortunately, all that credit had

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

queuing behind start speculating in low voices: "My goodness, I thought the

Myerses’ market share has expanded.There's basically no one

they've been reduced to the point where they can't

that.What can anyone do if they don't improve themselves? I heard the drugstores and hospitals working with them have returned their goods recently and switched to the

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

again and again, and he felt

today.If you

"Won't disturb the others"...

they weren't fit to be seen

so infuriated that he turned to leave, a cool voice said,

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 code to the

we go

"..This way, please!"

from the Andersons

the door,

remembered that her teacher hadn't sent an invitation

she remembered

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

he looked back at

don't seem to need any

“Justin’.."

momentarily slipped his mind that that woman was Anti, so how could she possibly not

line of "The Andersons receive a lot of

and started walking

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 speechless.Boss, you don't need to explain anything! An explanation

at all.If this continues, I'm afraid they'll go bust

reply, he nevertheless looked rather thoughtful when he heard the

their boss,

place's layout was arranged like

of the male guests were in suits and formal shoes while the women wore formal

a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, yet she was still eye-catching among the

narrowed his eyes slightly and walked

as he approached, he heard Melissa ask, "Nora, where did you

treatment of Mrs.Hunt's illness

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