No one dared to ask, and there was no need to.
Anyway, as long as the boss was in a good mood, their lives would be better. They couldn't wait for the boss to laugh so happily every day.
Charle did not stay in the conference room for long.
When he received the message from Cierra saying that she had arrived, he got up from his chair, took his phone, and left quietly with a smile. He threw the project's memory to his son.
However, no matter how light his movements were, his identity was obvious, and his figure still couldn't help but draw the gazes of numerous people.
Including Jaquan.
He coughed lightly, knocked on the table, and pulled everyone's attention back.
"Continue."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone came to their senses.
The meeting continued.
On the other hand, Jaquan's thoughts drifted away.