Draven frowned when he saw the name.
Then, he crossed it out and drew the contract aside.
Ryan, who was sitting on the sofa, did not think too much about Aleah's matter. He tasted each of the four boxes of snacks, then he put them down and wiped his hands with a tissue. His tone was as casual as usual.
"You can do whatever you want. Anyway, it's you who gets married, not me. But as your buddy, I've said what I should say. Don't regret it in the future. In addition, I have to warn you that I won't go to your wedding."
"Up to you."
Draven began to deal with the documents on the table.
Ryan looked up at him and saw his tired face. In the end, he couldn't help but speak.
"There are no urgent projects recently. You can go back and have a rest. You don't need to be busy all the time. Didn't you spend money to hire so many people?"