John, who was holding the meeting folder, said, "President, Young Madam must be persuading her to leave."
Aman walked to the sofa and sat down. "Make a phone call to Chloe and tell her to come back now. There's no need to pay attention to that woman."
"Yes, sir."
The secretary went out immediately.
Aman glanced at Ragib on the opposite side and took the lunch box and opened it step by step. He even praised, "No matter how good Chloe's culinary skills are, I don't mind it. As long as it's made by her, in my eyes, it's a dear wife's love lunch. I'm willing to eat it. Do you have any objections, Young Ragib?"
Ragib felt a sense of suspicion. "I don't believe it."
"From the looks of it, there are two of them." Aman opened the opening to take a look, then smiled. "Since you're saying this, why don't we eat together?"
Aman's good guests were bone-chilling.
