"There, Mommy isn't blaming you anymore." Sophie Smith forced a smile, gently rubbed Alexander's little head, and said softly.
...
Asher Land drove straight to the company.
In the conference room, all the executives were like ants on a hot pan, anxious and restless.
The Golden Era Consortium had just begun its reconstruction but immediately encountered this reputation-damaging incident, causing great panic. A large group of media were blocking the entrance, creating a commotion.
"President Land is back," a secretary reported outside the conference room,
The crowd finally seemed to grasp a lifeline, breathing a sigh of relief.
With a stern face, Asher Land walked into the conference room, his fierce gaze sweeping over everyone, causing them to bow their heads, not daring to speak.
"Third brother," Luke Land approached, about to say something but was stopped by Asher Land raising his hand.
