As soon as he stepped through the door, he noticed the tension in the room. Narrowing his gloomy eyes, he immediately went over and asked, "What's going on?"
"Wesley, we want to sit here to discuss something. As you can see, this is the quietest corner in the meeting room. We've tried negotiating with them, but these guys just won't give up their seats..."
The staff looked at Wesley, hoping the rich second-generation heir would back down. That would be cause for celebration.
They also felt that Wesley's team was being unreasonable but didn't dare to voice their opinions. After all, sponsors were the fathers of the production in this day and age!
When Wesley heard this, he glanced at Oliver Charles, his lips curled slightly in a derisive sneer, then suggested casually, "Why don't we borrow it for a while? If not, the staff could find you a separate lounge?"
His arrogant demeanor infuriated Freya Morrison, who was indignant. She glared at Wesley, "How can you be so shameless?"
