They looked at each other for some time before a peal of soft laughter erupted from Nibel. "Neil returned from overseas. His capabilities are as good as mine after the profound training and study he went through. Of course, I believe in him. I also believe that his strength is no worse than yours, President Grant.”
Theo's expression shifted slightly, but he still pulled a smile. "Since you’re willing to believe him, Mr. Nibel, then I have nothing to say. I’ll work with your general manager, Mr. Hendersohn, in the future."
He had put a heavy emphasis on the words ‘general manager.’
To ease the stiff atmosphere, I took over the conversation. "Let’s advise each other in the future, then," I looked at Neil and said.
He nodded, smiling gently. "Yes, let’s do that."
"I'll be introducing Neil to other people. You two can go ahead and have fun, President Grant, President Lane." Nibel tacked on a meaningful smile at the end and left with Neil.
After they had taken their leave, I turned to Theo. The smile on his face instantly disappeared. "Theo, are you okay?"
"I’m fine." Although he said he was fine, his expression told me otherwise
Once again, he was like this after meeting Neil. Just what was his connection to Neil?
I was just about to ask him about it when a few people approached Theo to talk to him. I could only swallow my question.
Just like this, time passed.
Suddenly, a voice reverberated and a spotlight was instantly focused on the stage. Nibel appeared at the center of the stage, holding up the microphone. "My dear guests, welcome to Pristine's celebration party. Pristine was able to shoot to fame this time thanks to President Grant and President Lane. I make this toast to them.”
Nibel raised his glass and looked at Theo and me.
The moment he said this, everyone's gaze also fell on us. As I was about to raise my glass, Theo stopped me. He took the wine glass from me and raise it at Nibel. "Someone needs to drive. I’ll accept this toast on my wife’s behalf.”
Theo downed both glasses one after another after saying that.
"You don’t dally at all, President Grant. I toast this glass to you." Nibel drained the wine from his glass before spouting more words.
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