"Thank you, Dad." Jas Reed looked at Ethan Seymour with a grateful gaze full of admiration, which made Ethan feel quite comfortable.
Jas is still better, unlike that bastard, who is always so cold, looking at him as if he’s garbage on the roadside.
How could he possibly like such a bastard?
"Why are you saying thank you to your dad?" Ethan Seymour said with a smile, "Alright, go get busy."
"Okay." Jas responded.
He was simultaneously calculating in his mind that after collaborating with Peace Group, his status within the Seymour Corporation would surely change, and then by connecting with people on the ninth floor through Old Mr. Seymour, his future prospects could be even broader.
In the banquet hall, all dia set up their equipnt for the live broadcast, ready for later.
The other dia journalists without broadcast rights were wandering outside, trying to find good news to dig out for a story.
When reaching the stairwell, a journalist suddenly heard a sowhat familiar voice, and upon listening closely, his eyes lit up. Isn’t that Julian Campbell?
That’s right, Julian is also a Seymour family mber. He could get a good interview, maybe even an exclusive.
Just as the reporter was about to push the door open, he suddenly heard Julian complaining, "I’m on my way, okay? The exclusive elevator was full, and I climbed the stairs up here, just reached the eighth floor, almost there."
The journalist paused his door-opening action, with a few clues flashing quickly in his mind: exclusive elevator, just reached the eighth floor, almost there...
The eighth floor doesn’t have an exclusive elevator. As far as he knew, the only exclusive elevator in Imperial Hotel was the one directly going to the ninth floor.
Could Julian be going to the ninth floor?
But the problem is, isn’t Jas Reed hosting his engagent party on the eighth floor?
What is Julian doing on the ninth floor?
Listening to the footsteps in the stairwell gradually moving upward, the journalist gently opened the stairwell door and stealthily followed behind Julian, heading toward the ninth floor.
The ninth floor naturally couldn’t have only one banquet hall, but usually, it’s mostly void of people.
Even keeping a safe distance to avoid being detected, the journalist didn’t need to worry about losing track of Julian, as the sounds guided him to the banquet hall Julian was headed for.
Seeing Julian arrive at the entrance of the banquet hall, the journalist hid around the corner and watched secretly, hearing Julian say on the phone, "I’m at the entrance, how could I be late for my uncle’s engagent party? What do you take for?"
As he spoke, Julian pulled out an invitation and handed it to the attendant at the entrance before entering.
The journalist hiding at the corner was completely shocked.
Julian’s uncle?
Isn’t that Jas Reed?
Jas Reed is clearly hosting his engagent party on the eighth floor... How... Wait, Ethan Seymour doesn’t have just one son, he has another son!
Nad Charles Seymour!
Oh my gosh!!!
The journalist, realizing this, almost dropped the cara hanging from his neck in excitent.
Charles Seymour is hosting his engagent party on the ninth floor?
And this Charles Seymour is the son Ethan Seymour publicly disowned in the press?
"Oh my god!" The journalist couldn’t help but exclaim softly, having to do so, or else his heart couldn’t withstand such a huge surprise.
What big news!
Absolutely major news!
The brothers competing with their engagent parties!
No way, he must report this to his boss; such big news can’t be missed!
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