Invitation

In the luxury suite, on the top floor of the Floyd Group, Roger was lying comfortably on the sofa, taking a sip of coffee.

The day before yesterday, he met Edie on the horse track. He was chased by the horses. Fortunately, the horse track was cleared out by the housekeeper, otherwise, he would be laughed at.

"Baron, why didn't you tell me you came back? We can have some coffee together."

Roger said and yawned lazily. He went to the Floyd Group early in the morning to find Baron. But he was told by his assistant that he was not there.

Roger said, "Do me a quick favor."

Baron sat on the other side of the sofa with a cold face. His sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through one's mind. If Roger didn't know for years, he would have shuddered at such an expression.

Roger asked, "What? Is that your attitude?"

Baron's face did not change, like an iceberg. Roger thought, 'You're asking me to help you. You should at least pretend to be sincere.'