"Special Assistant Morgan, what’s happening?" President Ashford directed his gaze towards him, speaking gently, "You don’t have to worry, the children’s section is right there, we can see the kids, as long as they don’t leave our sight." Finn Morgan nodded, "Hello President Ashford," he proactively extended his hand. Then Justin Kingston led Finn Morgan to sit not far away. Two to eight, yet the aura was still strong. In the children’s section, Gigi and Dolly sat by the coffee table, not mischievous like other kids at all. Soon, someone brought exquisite fruit plates and snacks, along with some tea. "Thanks," Gigi pronounced it very well, gentlemanly and polite. The Filipino maid respectfully bowed, "Not at all." She said no more, moved to the door, and stood there, awaiting the kids’ instructions. "So many people came, it’s not like it’s some arranged brawl," Gigi glanced at the glass wall outside and whispered his complaint, then took out the tablet from his backpack. "What did Uncle Finn Morgan say to you?" Dolly asked curiously. "Nothing much," he opened the tablet, treating the words as if they were just blowing past his ears. Dolly leisurely ate the fruit, occasionally glancing at Daddy, who was speaking. His natural communication, the no-nonsense style, was really charming. The side profile looked wonderful! How could there be such a handsome man in the world? Beside the long table, Justin Kingston was explaining his ideas and views, his pace steady, his thoughts unique. Everyone from the Jeo Group was listening intently, no one interrupted, yet each believed their own plan was better, more captivating. After all, it was an expensive idea bought from a famous foreign company. In the children’s section, Gigi leaned back against the chair, his right foot casually crossed over his left leg, holding a tablet in one hand, operating with the other, looking very much like he was gaming. Brother looked very handsome with the baseball cap worn backward. Dolly retracted her gaze, brought the exquisite fruit platter to her front, picked up a fork, and sent pieces one by one into her mouth, particularly obedient and quiet. "Brother, where do you think Mommy went?" "Don’t worry, I’ll get her to reveal herself," Gigi seemed to have an idea. Justin Kingston’s explanation lasted ten minutes, clearly organized, gaining frequent nods from the senior executives of Aegis Group and winning President Ashford’s approval. "President Ashford, I believe our plan is better." A representative from Jeo Group couldn’t help but speak, "Can we present our ideas now?" A smile of excitement hung on his face, but as he turned on the computer, he found the screen was black. No matter how he pressed the keyboard, the dark screen showed no sign of change. He couldn’t help but panic! The venue fell silent, everyone cast their gaze on him. Even President Ashford looked toward him, after a minute passed, "What’s the matter?" "..." The man was sweating with anxiety, his fingers frantically pressing the keyboard. The other seven also turned on their computers—all encountering black screens? No matter how they pressed, they couldn’t open them! Everybody looked similarly, surprised, flustered. Justin Kingston couldn’t help but be puzzled, but Finn Morgan glanced at Gigi, the little guy also looked back, their eyes meeting. "I’ve always been interested in Jeo Group’s ideas," President Ashford spoke calmly, "Let’s hear them out, it doesn’t matter who talks." Updates are released by novęlfire.net The plans weren’t developed by themselves, and with computers down, how could they present? Finn Morgan stood up and went behind them, finding all computers with black screens. He really wanted to laugh but held it back, "President Ashford, their computers have collectively gone on strike, it seems you’ll have to go with our Kingston Group’s plan; unreliable in critical moments might not allow for long-term cooperation." The eight were angered to the point of coughing blood, yet powerless to retort! "No worries about the black screens, I’m curious to hear their creativity," President Ashford remained elegant and courteous, "Just now CEO Kingston was confident without turning on the computer." The eight people fell silent... President Ashford observed their expressions, "What? The proposal wasn’t prepared by your own company?"