Justin Russo raised an eyebrow and looked over as Joel Russo pushed Mary Douglas in.
"Ha, the esteemed nephew has always been arrogant and self-centered. Does he care about reputation?"
After positioning Mary Douglas at an available spot, Joel Russo bent down and sat in the main seat on the other side of the conference table, leaned back against the chair, and said lightly:
"Once upon a time, I was a solitary man, but now... I have a wife, and I need to boost her reputation."
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Everyone sighed and rubbed their foreheads.
Vincent stood to one side, eyes closed, corners of his mouth twitching.
Truly reckless!
Does he even understand why he's sitting here now?
A major part of the reason is Madam, sir!
Are you trying to ensure the Old Master's decision is inflexible enough by adding fuel to the fire?!
As expected, upon hearing Joel Russo's words, the Old Master's expressionless face turned stone cold.
