"Alright, have Assistant Zhang call Dominic Quinn later and tell him our company doesn't plan to collaborate with theirs."
"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Evander Lancaster kept a stern expression, his facial muscles taut.
"Will doing this create a significant loss for the company, Brother?"
"Heh, a bit of money doesn't matter to me. Consider it compensation for you helping me crash the wedding back then!"
Evander Lancaster pursed his lips, "Then I'll thank you, Brother. When the baby is born, I'll give a big red envelope."
"We're family, no need for thanks."
Ending the call with Nathan Moore, Evander Lancaster got up and left the café.
His mother was pressing him hard, and he didn't want to delay any longer. Before, he had always thought that as long as no one interfered, he could live comfortably without disturbance. But now it seemed that without using his trump card, his mother would never let it rest.
