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　　Brian also knew how serious the matter was. He quickly replied, “Mr. Han, we will get there thirteen minutes later, if we keep the fastest speed.”

　　It took an hour from the airport to the Pearl International Restaurant at a normal speed.

　　They had already driven for a while, and it would take at least forty minutes to get there.

　　Brian had tried his best to make it thirteen minutes.

　　After all, a car was not an airplane. No matter how excellent its performance was, it was impossible for it to fly over.

　　Obviously, Henry understood this matter. He tightened his lips and didn’t say anything.

　　At this moment, Michael Anderson received a phone call from his subordinate and frowned.

　　“I see. I’ll make it clear right now.”

　　After hanging up the phone, he called his son Steven first.

　　“Steven, are you at the Pearl International Restaurant today?”

　　Steven didn’t know what had happened. He asked in confusion, “Yes, what’s wrong?”