"Thank you, Dad." James Reed looked at Ethan Seymour with a grateful gaze full of admiration, which made Ethan feel quite comfortable.
James is still better, unlike that bastard, who is always so cold, looking at him as if he's garbage on the roadside.
How could he possibly like such a bastard?
"Why are you saying thank you to your dad?" Ethan Seymour said with a smile, "Alright, go get busy."
"Okay." James responded.
He was simultaneously calculating in his mind that after collaborating with Peace Group, his status within the Seymour Corporation would surely change, and then by connecting with people on the ninth floor through Old Mr. Seymour, his future prospects could be even broader.
In the banquet hall, all media set up their equipment for the live broadcast, ready for later.
The other media journalists without broadcast rights were wandering outside, trying to find good news to dig out for a story.
