"Alright…!"
Queta nodded helplessly, then sat on the chair and waited.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed.
It was already past eight in the evening, but none of the five bosses came.
Connor faintly felt that something was wrong, so he frowned and asked, "Queta, what's with these people? Do they really want to sell their company?"
"Well, Mr. McDonald, I'll call these five people now and ask them what they mean!"
Queta hurriedly turned to Connor and took out her phone to call them.
"Hello, President Wendon, I'm already at the Emperor Hotel. Why aren't you here yet?" Queta asked immediately after the other party picked up the call.
"Miss Juve, I'm really sorry. I won't be able to attend today's dinner…" President Wendon muttered.
"You're not coming? Why? Didn't you want to talk to our company's boss about the acquisition?" Queta asked in confusion.
