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...

been wondering why Justin had brought a young doctor

turned out that

were gradually falling

formulas from twenty years ago

on Mrs.Hunt as a last-ditch attempt, right? Unfortunately, all that credit had gone

the Andersons haven't received an invitation, if you make a fuss here, it won't reflect well on

goodness, I thought the Andersons

basically

To think they've been reduced to the point where they can't even get an

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

them, I'd have quickly sneaked off with my tail

expression change again and again, and he felt as if he had never

here 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"...

put it, it was as if they weren't fit to be seen in public! Simon felt as if someone had given

that he turned to leave, a cool voice said, "No, it's

Tina coldly and 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

go in

"..This way, please!"

of them from the Andersons

the door, Tina was

remembered that her teacher hadn't sent an invitation

she remembered wrongly?

couple of steps toward the Andersons with the intention of helping

looked back

to need any help

“Justin’.."

mind that that woman was Anti,

her line of "The Andersons receive a lot of

turned and started walking toward the

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

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

Justin didn't reply, he nevertheless looked

service staff knew their boss, so

was arranged like a

guests were in suits and formal shoes while the women wore

was dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, yet

eyes

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

young woman replied casually, "Oh, I was helping with the treatment of Mrs.Hunt's illness before, right? Although I wasn't of

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