Everything Else Can Wait

New York.

Meanwhile, Zhuo Jingren was staring at his phone as he read Lily's text over and over again. It was currently ten in the morning of Friday at New York and he was having an end of the quarter meeting with some of his executives from Zhuo Capital's branches in South America and the US. It was the time of the year when Zhuo Jingren would be updated of the profits and growth of these overseas branches.

However, it seemed that the president was not even listening to the reports made by his executives in the meeting. The reported profits amounting to billions of dollars did not seem to be as interesting as the text message that he received a while ago. As he continued to look at his phone, he smiled which sent shivers to all of the executives present in the meeting room.