"Your uncle exposes his old face, and he still can't get this done?" Ethan Seymour sneered, "Someone has already booked the ninth-floor banquet hall. If you connect with their friends, you know, people who've been through training camps, once they reach a certain position, naturally know big names."
"Plus, if your grandpa throws a lot of money at that little bastard, won't this engagement party be set up?" Ethan Seymour got more and more agitated as he spoke.
"I'm trying to organize your engagement party, but they don't care. Yet, they go all out for that little bastard's engagement party—this is just a slap in my face!" Ethan Seymour was furious, then looked at James Reed and said fiercely, "James, you must secure the deal with the Peace Group this time!"
