Chapter 182 What Kind of Woman Did You Pick

• Justin Howard walked out of the conference room and rubbed his aching temples. Today’s meeting made it crystal clear—those so-called elders who strutted around like they owned the place were pressuring him, and they were obviously siding with the Second Branch.
• “Boss, should we give those old guys a little warning?” Briar had had enough.
• Those people were using the tiny favors they’d done back when Prima Group was just starting out to point fingers at the shareholders’ meeting now.