Ivan picked up his coffee mug and took a sip.

Aubree didn't insist on convincing Jennifer. The world belonged to the young now, and she was too old to take care of everything.

Jennifer was the only one who could accompany Ivan through the rest of his life.

Meanwhile, Finnley was in the hall for the charity banquet at Victoria Hotel.

All the decorations in the hall had ended. Only some details were ending soon.

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The reporters focused more on the donation and wondered how much more it would be compared to the previous years.

Organizing a charity banquet well was also challenging. First of all, the planning should be excellent. Finnley had been busy with it with his team for a whole month.

They decided on guests to invite, the banquets theme, and the responsibilities of the staff members. All the risks needed to be foreseen, and solutions needed to be planned.

He suggested politely, “We need to emphasize the light here.

An assistant wrote down the

chairs toward the right. We shall

“All right.”

the flowers be freight here on that day. Ensure they

worry, Mr. Russell. This has been confirmed already.” “Mr. Marsh focuses on security the most. You must pay attention. No mistake. Madam Aubree

“OK, Mr. Russell.”

would be grand, so the hall was huge and luxurious, which

staff members were still busy dealing with the details, trying to

watched them, so they could tell how much Ivan treasured this banquet.

the way back from

Jennifer leaned against lvan's chest and asked, “When should

She asked again, “Should I work there as

Ivan was overjoyed. “I thought I'd wait for at least 10 days or half a month. The vice president's office has been ready. Everything is new. We're waiting for you to be

Ivan dialed Finnley’s number in the study. Standing in front of the window, he said gently, his hand stuffed into the pockets of his slacks,

"Yes, Mr. Marsh.”

“Where are you

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