Natasha Phillips' legs completely went soft, collapsing to the ground.
He turned his head and looked again at the old man with blonde hair and blue eyes standing by the side, pursed his thin lips, flashed a trace of anger, and said expressionlessly, "And President Stephen, I think the project between your company and Sinclair International needs to be re-evaluated. I will have the secretary quickly list all the projects your company is cooperating with us on and send them out again for review."
"...Young Master Sinclair, there's no need for this, right? I sincerely apologize to Ms. Lewis. I really didn't know you and Ms. Lewis were a couple. If I've personally offended Ms. Lewis, I'm willing to come to your door and apologize. I hope Young Master Sinclair won't elevate my personal actions to the level of the two enterprises." He spoke the language of Country W fluently, his eyes turning, clearly unwilling to be involved.
