"Ha, back then Boss Cen didn't cut us any slack either." Edward Foster sneered and pursed his lips, sitting beside his father, he held these old fossils of the board in contempt, almost wanting to write "disdain" right on his face.
"... Back then is back then! How many years has it been since then? Still remembering those days, are you? Besides, hasn't Boss Cen already given us plenty of concessions..." The board member speaking had a somewhat flickering gaze.
Edward Foster looked at his father, who still maintained a blank expression, and even when he wasn't speaking, the androgynous beauty of his face was not at all aggressive, but it still carried an undeniable authority.
He looked at him with envy, wondering when he could exude such presence.
"President Foster, can you say something..." someone beside him gently reminded their chairman and CEO, who was Edward Foster's father, Gabriel Foster.
