"Haha! Uncle Sam, stop joking around. Could a loser like Sean get Larson Pharmaceuticals to sign a deal with us?
"If he's that capable, I, Simon Quinn, will take his last name."
Simon laughed, his face full of disdain.
The others roared with laughter too.
Vroom vroom vroom!
Just then, there was a sudden car engine roar outside Quinn Residence.
Judging by the loudness of the sound, there was probably more than one.
"Hmm? Who's out there?"
Old Madam Quinn asked with a frown as she put down her coffee cup.
Thud!
As she spoke, the gate had been pushed open from the outside.
Then one bodyguard in black after another stepped in.
Ten men, twenty men.
Twenty bodyguards in black. Each one was wearing a black suit and black sunglasses.
Burly, expressionless, and not someone to be messed with.
"What are you doing?
Simon slammed his hand onto the table and shouted at them.
As tough as they might seem, this was the Quinn family's territory.
"What's the matter? Does the Quinn family not welcome me?"
Twenty bodyguards in black stood on either side, and Homer stepped through the gate.
"... Mr. Larson?"
Everyone was surprised to see Homer.
They were talking about their cooperation with Larson Pharmaceuticals, and Homer was here the next second.
Speak of the devil!
"What are you talking about, Mr. Larson? Please hurry inside!
"Simon, get Mr. Larson a chair."
Old Madam Quinn immediately got up and greeted Homer personally.
"Yes!"
Simon quickly turned to go inside and get a chair.
However, Homer only waved his hand slightly.
"Old Madam, take it easy.
"I came here today to talk to you about something.
"Since everyone's here, then I might just as well do it."
Homer had no intentions to sit down. He walked up in front of the crowd and spoke indifferently.
"Well...
"I wonder what made you come here, Mr. Larson?"
Homer's attitude made Old Madam Quinn, Samuel, and the others a little dumbfounded.
"It's not a big deal.
"I just want to talk about Larson Pharmaceuticals' cooperation with the Quinn family."
Homer spoke slowly, organizing his words in his mind.
"Is there something wrong with the cooperation?"
Old Madam Quinn's heart rate quickened slightly when she heard that.
"No, no, no, there's nothing wrong with the cooperation.
"Even if there's a problem, Larson Pharmaceuticals won't have any problem with it.
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