Seven-thirty, six people were already sitting by the table, and there was still one person who hadn't arrived.
"Let's not wait, let's start eating, I'm starving,"
Lance asked the manager to start pouring drinks for everyone, pouring drinks meant the dinner officially began.
These people varied in age, their expressions were all indifferent, with a hint of suspicion in their cold demeanor.
"Everyone doesn't seem to be very enthusiastic?"
The last guy couldn't help saying, "Lance, if you have something to say, just say it directly, there's no need for this charade!"
He glanced at the others around the table, his gaze unfriendly.
Lance's hand was originally on his wine glass, but due to his words, he retracted it, "Actually, before you arrived, I already talked with Carey about the purpose of calling everyone here today."
Carey's expression immediately turned ugly, he glanced at Lance, then quickly looked at the others.
