Elise Don wanted to hang up the phone and tell Mrs. Emily Ferguson to continue being an elite. Who knew she would exaggerate on the other end, "Wow, your husband is here too, and he's giving a speech, hahaha..."
"Although I can't understand what he's saying, I must admit, he does look like the light of Asia... no, an Asian elite."
Elise Don: "..."
The background sound from the receiver, processed through multiple layers of encoding, made Oliver Bloom's voice sound unlike him—cold, rational, unreachable.
He seemed to be talking about some topic related to intersecting backgrounds and national contributions. Elise Don only understood half of it.
She regretted slightly, a few days ago when Oliver Bloom asked her to accompany him, he didn't mention that he would be speaking on stage. If she had known, she might have gone to see it in person.
Reasonably speaking, when her darling gives a speech at their kindergarten graduation ceremony, she should attend.
