Following Mrs. White's eyes, she looked at Louis Wellington. What Wendy was worried about finally happened.
Her eyes gradually dimmed, and the woman looked helpless.
"It's him."
Wendy murmured to herself. He had been helping her silently. There was no joy, but more sighs.
She wanted to rely on herself, but she didn't know that Louis was the most important person.
Wendy was as proud as Mrs. White was in the past. Mrs. White could easily see through Wendy's mind at the moment. She smiled and said, "Thirty years ago, I always wanted to make a difference on my own, but you should know that connections are also very important. It's normal for you to be connected in the business field. Moreover, he is just a bridge. Whether you can cooperate or not depends on your own ability, isn't it?"
As a senior, she knew better than anyone else. Her words not only comforted Wendy, but also told Wendy that she was not bad.
"Thank you, Mrs. White."