"What meeting? Farley, are you kidding? How shabby this place is! Why did you move the White Consortium to such a place?" Braelyn stomped her feet and complained, "I feel sorry for how you've wronged yourself."
If all the people had seen her as "a real mistress" just now, at this moment, they despised her as "a silly woman".
After all, they were elites in the business world and this was the Asian headquarters of the White Consortium established by Farley. They couldn't bear to have anybody denigrate them.
"Farley, don't waste your time here. Let's go back to America or France. Your life will be better." Braelyn felt wronged for Farley.
"Braelyn," Farley looked at her indifferently and said, "It's none of your business. If you dislike this place, you can leave now. You can also go back to America or France."
"I don't want to go back! Even if I do, I want to go with you!" Braelyn said and glared at him.