Removing one side of the headphones, Ian Preston hadn't yet spoken when a broadcast sounded from above.
The voice belonged to a girl, fluent in English, her tone even, devoid of emotion.
At first listen, there was nothing special, just felt familiar.
Until later, when the speaker switched to Chinese, he heard his own name.
It was that sound that he recognized as Thea Lynch's voice.
A flash of astonishment crossed the man's eyes.
Surprised to hear the owner of this voice here.
In front of the screen, the partner suddenly saw him freeze, thinking the screen had frozen, but they could still vaguely hear the sound from their side. They tried calling Ian Preston.
Hearing this, Ian looked toward the computer in front of him and apologized.
The meeting was still ongoing, the cooperation not yet achieved, still in the negotiation phase.
At this moment, it was crucial.
His assistant next to him reacted quickly, whispering, "Mr. Preston, I'll go fetch Miss Lynch."
