At that time, Edward Harper was drinking with Nathaniel Potor and Austin Moore.
The club's private room was smoky.
Austin Moore got up and turned on the exhaust fan, complaining to the man sitting silently on the sofa, puffing clouds of smoke, "Stop smoking, you're choking us to death."
The three brothers hadn't gathered for a long time; Nathaniel Potor and Austin Moore were forced to inhale his secondhand smoke as soon as they entered.
"So, what's going on this time? Did your little wife dump you?"
Austin Moore thought that there was no problem in the business world this bastard couldn't solve. His demeanor must be related to a woman. That forlorn expression, what else could it be besides getting dumped?
Nathaniel Potor took a sip of his drink, "Don't worry, brother, it's just about finding someone. Unless she stays off the internet, the Internet remembers everything. If she left any trace online, I'll dig it up for you first thing."