"Thank you, Stout, not necessary for now, maybe next time." Ava Jones twitched her lips slightly.
"Beautiful ladies, my skincare products are really good. You should…" Stout started again.
"Stout, there's a lot of food over there. Why don't you go wait for us there?" Billy cast a glance at him with an unfriendly look.
"This overweight guy can't even move as he sees beautiful women!" Billy thought.
"Alright!" Stout pouted and turned to head towards the food area.
"Ava, why are there so many people? And it seems like they're not all from our company, right?" asked Harleen.
"Ms Knight, take a closer look. Besides our company's people, you should recognize some others too." Said Hannah.
"What do you mean?" Harleen looked around the room. In a short while, her expression turned puzzled as she asked, "Why are there representatives from Ozin's Business Department here?"
SunPark Group's products had partnered with Ozin Tower, and as the Director of Marketing for the company, she naturally had interactions with them.
"Ms Knight, we're not quite sure either. Ozin Tower's representatives are here, and so are the top management from its other departments." Hannah explained.
"Moreover, besides Ozin Tower, there are representatives from a few other companies."
Harleen was taken aback once again. "Could it be a thank-you gesture for new and old clients?"
"But that shouldn't be the case. If that's the case, why wasn't I informed?"
"Ms Knight, do you know who the major shareholder of SunPark Group is?" Ava Jones continued, looking at Harleen Knight. "My colleagues and I are speculating that these companies might be under the umbrella of the major shareholder."
"Major shareholder?" Harleen shook her head. "I don't know either. I've never really paid attention to that. You've both been in the company for years, don't you know?"
"We know that the original major shareholder was supposed to be the Watkins family. But after their incident, we heard that it was transferred to someone else, but we're not quite sure." Ava Jones replied.
While they were conversing, they took a seat at a table in the hall.
"Hello, miss. It's nice to meet you!"
Shortly after sitting down, a well-dressed young man in a suit walked over with a beaming smile and addressed Harleen Knight.
"Let me introduce myself first. I'm Domi Tropper, the General Manager of Prospera Group. Could I have the pleasure of dancing with you?" asked he.
An intrigued glint flashed in his eyes. He swore she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, without a doubt.
"I'm sorry, sir, I don't know how to dance." Harleen replied with a polite smile. She certainly knew how to dance but didn't want to.
"Don't worry, it's quite simple. I can teach you." The man named Domi Tropper smiled.
"Sorry!" Harleen spoke again, "My husband doesn't like me dancing with other men. You should find someone else."
"Hmm?" Domi Tropper raised an eyebrow slightly.
"You're joking, right? You don't seem like someone who's married. Why mention a husband?" He assumed that it was just a flimsy excuse.
"He's my husband," Harleen said calmly, reaching out to hold Billy's arm, looking blissful.
Domi Tropper's eyes narrowed slightly.
"This gentleman, if you're interested in pursuing Ms Knight, you're out of luck for the rest of your life. You might want to find other targets." Ava Jones chimed in.
"I don't know your surname, sir?" Domi Tropper ignored Ava Jones and turned to Billy.
"That's enough. Don't bother with these thoughts. There's no woman here you're looking for. Leave." Billy picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip.
"Excuse me..." Domi Tropper's tone turned cold.
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