Just as Lance was about to reach the door of the private room...
He reached for his phone. It seemed that he wanted to give an order.
Juliette had known Lance for five years. She knew exactly what Lance wanted to do.
Lance was still worried about Yvette.
Juliette said before Lance made the call, "Lance, we are a little late. Mr. Michael is an honored guest. Let's go in quickly."
Lance glanced at her and did not speak.
Juliette felt guilty for some reason and lowered her head. "You went to get your illness treated this time. Mr. Michael has been waiting for you for a few days. But don't worry. I've already calmed him down."
Coincidentally, the waiter opened the private room. Lance quit making a call and walked in.
In another private room.
As soon as Yvette entered the room, she saw Pearce Horton of Freshness Entertainment had arrived.
"Mr. Horton, I'm really sorry. I met a traffic jam on the way here."
