Old Mr. Dotterling placed his clasped hands on his cane, staring at the two people with sharp eyes like a hawk.
"Don't think that just because you invited that old man Buffett, I would be intimidated. I give you half an hour, go ahead and say what you want to say."
Oliver Hoffman smiled, walked in front of Mr. Dotterling, and said respectfully without arrogance, "Mr. Dotterling, first of all, let us introduce ourselves. I am the representative of Vista Group whom you are unhappy with—Oliver Hoffman..." Then he looked at Helen Blair beside him, "This is my fiancée, Miss Helen Blair from the Blair Group, the victim of this incident."
Old Mr. Dotterling's piercing gaze switched from Oliver Hoffman to Helen. The Dotterling family was indeed in the wrong about the kidnapping of Helen, but not every powerful person is willing to admit their mistakes.
Mr. Dotterling snorted coldly, his lips pressed even more tightly, but he did not say anything.