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

it turned out that she

gradually falling into

twenty years ago and selling medicines based

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

a kind reminder, "Everyone's a distinguished individual here.Since the Andersons haven't received an invitation,

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

expanded.There's basically

reduced to the point where they can't

themselves? I heard the

were them, I'd have quickly sneaked off with my tail between my legs by now.What are they still

again, and he felt as if he had never been any more

and said, "Everyone's here for a good time today.If you simply have

"Won't disturb the others"...

weren't fit to be seen in public! Simon felt as if someone had given him

as he became so infuriated that he turned to leave, a cool voice said, "No, it's

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 the

go in

"..This way, please!"

three of them from the Andersons finally enter the

door, Tina was

that her teacher hadn't sent

remembered

of steps toward the Andersons with the intention of helping them out

looked back at

don't seem to

“Justin’.."

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

Andersons receive a lot of invitations"

started walking toward

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

drugs at all.If this continues,

he nevertheless looked rather thoughtful when he heard the

the Hotel Finest service staff knew their boss, so

place's layout was arranged like a

in suits and formal shoes while the women wore formal

that woman was dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, yet she was still eye-catching

narrowed his eyes

heard Melissa ask, "Nora, where did you get the

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

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