I looked over and saw that she, too, was holding a plate full of cakes. It looked like she also wanted to find a quiet place to eat.
I smiled and said, "Some people say that too much sugar isn't good for women. It makes them age fast."
She was amused by my remark. She took a bite of the cake and looked like she enjoyed it. "How do you define an old woman?"
Her question really stumped me.
She continued with a small smile, "My perception of the term "old" is someone who loses their meaning to live. Those who have lost hope, even if they are in their 20s, can be considered old. Some people, even though they are in their 80s, still live so positively with such a grand outlook on life. Can you call them old?"
I smiled faintly, but I could not answer her question. "Nope!"
After chatting for a bit, she left because Hendrix was going to start presenting on the Roberts Group's annual performance and carry out the commendation and surprise segment.
I finished my food and had nothing to do, so I roamed freely around the hotel.
Hearing Hendrix's deep voice, I subconsciously walked to the outside of the hotel lobby.
The Roberts Group had a large workforce, so the place was crowded with their staff. There were also some well known businessmen, as well as some high profile individuals in Jarold City.
Although it was said to be a form of gratitude and feedback, Roberts Group's newly developed artificial intelligence machinery was given as a gift. At the same time, Rowane's contribution to the group was also announced.
We could not deny that Rowane was indeed an excellent consultant. She deserved to be valued.
After he was done, Hendrix walked to me from the stage.
Ignoring everyone's stare, he held onto my arm, saying, "How are the cakes tonight?"
"They're delicious!"
He smiled and said, "If you want cakes in the future, ask the pastry chefs to come over and make them for you."
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