Top floor of Frost Tower
Robert Frost sat behind his desk, his face still calm.
At noon, I took time to go back to Frost Manor, but I didn't expect that the other party dared to stand him up.
The impression that it had already fallen to the bottom of the valley now fell directly through the center of the earth.
The office door is opened and Henry Black walks in with a stack of papers.
"President, the foreign doctor called and said Grandpa Albert was already going through the formalities and would be able to return home in about a week."
It's too soon.
Robert Frost raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows for a long time before he raised his eyes lightly. "Let the lawyer draw up a new contract. Frost Group is willing to help the Hensons through the second round of financing on the condition that the nominal wife accompanies me in a play."
His tone is light, so called, because he does not even know the name of the other party.