"I'm not going."
James threw the invitation to the side and frowned, "I have no time coming up. As for business matters, you handle it yourself."
Iris Harris's illness has dragged on till now and cannot be delayed any longer.
The hypnosis is over, so naturally, the surgery must be scheduled. During this time, he doesn't want to be away from her for too long.
"Me going? No way." Isabella lazily leaned against the door, blinking her eyes, "You know that old man trusts no one but you. Our casinos in Las Vegas rely entirely on his care. He personally sent the invitation, so if you don't go, it's really quite unjustifiable, isn't it?"
"..."
"Turning down hundreds of billions in annual revenue over such a small matter isn't good."
James shot her a cold glance, "Small matter?"
"Alright, alright, I misspoke, okay?" Isabella raised her hands with a sigh, "It's up to you. If you don't want the casino anymore, there's nothing I can do about it."
