The private room next door.
The conversation of a group of elites suddenly came to an abrupt halt when they heard the deafening music coming from next door.
Although their conversation looked superficially relaxed, there were plenty of temptations and traps among their back and forth interactions.
Thus, they were all extra careful.
When they heard the music, everyone froze.
One of the bosses encountered this situation for the first time. He immediately stood up and looked angry a s he called the waiter over to kick out the people from the room next door.
Clayton calmly smiled.
"There's no need to make such a fuss. Everyone's out t o have fun, so let’s just leave it."
Lance nodded his head in agreement.
"Yes, if we want a serious environment, we would've booked a conference room and wouldn't be here playing billiards. I’ll go and warm up first. You guys can come over if you want to play."
Kai stood up and began to roll up his sleeves.
“I'll play. I must win one round against you today.
Whoever loses will have to drink!”
"Great!"
The others looked at each other. This social gathering suddenly had nothing to do with official business.
However, they also knew that these people were very influential. If they had no opinions, others had even less of an opinion.
Not long after, Mitchell Crawford from Ferguson Corporation came.
Mitchell looked like a professional. Compared to Kai and Clayton, who had a more casual style, Mitchell seemed a bit more serious.
However, Mitchell was smiling when he came in.
The others greeted Mitchell cordially.
"Mr. Crawford, you're late! So, drink up!"
"Yeah, have a drink first before playing."
Mitchell smiled and looked at Clayton.
"I just met an acquaintance next door who insisted that I go in for a drink. I really couldn't refuse."
"An acquaintance? Who’s the acquaintance next door?"
"Yeah, is it a male or female? Mr. Crawford, is it a fling?"
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