They're here!
Caruso and Satria, who had been sitting idly in the reception room, felt the corners of their eyes twitch slightly. They exchanged glances, their smiles remaining warm and open, though their exhalations sounded almost like sighs.
Whether they stuck their necks out or pulled them back, the blade had finally come down.
They instinctively raised their heads and rose slightly from their seats, only to discover, when they looked toward the door, that the person entering was not even Ji Jue.
Ling Shuo.
The smiling chairman strode in with commanding steps. He waved a hand to indicate that the two should remain seated, then unceremoniously sat down on the sofa opposite them. He picked up the tea that had just been served, took a sip, and only then slowly said, "Excuse me, but Mister Ji had something come up at the last minute. Leave the matter of Wild Bazaar to me."
He paused, then suddenly asked, "Surely the two of you aren't resentful or disappointed because of this?"
"Not at all. Mister Ji is busy with a myriad of affairs and has no time to spare, which is perfectly normal. What right do guests like us, who came knocking so presumptuously, have to feel resentful?"
Compared with Satria's slightly stiff expression, Caruso's smile remained unchanged. As though he did not mind in the slightest, he swallowed yet another humiliating slight as if nothing had happened and answered in somewhat halting Federal language, "It is simply that this concerns Association business. Mister Ling, I wonder..."
"Mister Ji has already authorized me. There is no need to worry."
Ling Shuo snapped his fingers, and a subordinate naturally stepped forward to place a thin sheet of paper on the table. It was none other than the appraisal certificate that had hung