The executives were dumbfounded.
Perhaps their silly expressions displeased Master Bolton—behavior like that was a waste of his precious time in his eyes.
His deep eyes scanned the room indifferently, "You can start now."
It was as if he was saying, no one should stop me from going home to accompany my wife.
An executive timidly stood up, trying hard to condense the work report.
A four-hour meeting squeezed into half an hour—you're killing me!
...
Nathan Bolton glanced at his watch, the thirty minutes were up.
He frowned slightly, showing displeasure, and directly asked the standing executive, "Do you still have questions?"
"No, I don't." Compared to that, I prefer to stay alive.
Nathan Bolton closed the file, "If there's anything, find Deputy Lucas, and if it can't be handled, email me."
"What about the afternoon meeting..."
Nathan Bolton glanced at Thomas Lucas, "Aren't you there for that?"
Thomas Lucas: !
