While Marvin Simmons struggled with his decision, a knock suddenly interrupted his thoughts, and Ethan Locke entered with a beaming smile.
"Mr. Simmons, sorry for the delay in transferring the goods. It took some time and made you wait; fortunately, it didn't disrupt our factory's production."
With a face full of proud smiles, Ethan Locke seemed to be deliberately showcasing the strength of the Locke family by boasting:
"Mr. Simmons, please let me know in advance how much more raw materials you'll need, and I'll start preparing for you right away."
Marvin Simmons looked up, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, and said, "Oh? Does the Locke family still have more goods in hand?"
"This..."
Ethan Locke was taken aback. He had already found out that once this batch of goods was replenished, Westland Pharmaceuticals would not be in need anymore.
What did Marvin Simmons mean by that?
