Who is she talking to?
Everyone was befuddled when Arielle suddenly said that.
Promptly, the doors to the meeting room swung open to reveal a middle-aged man. There was a pair of gold rimmed glasses perched on his nose and a briefcase tucked under his arm.
“Who is this?” Oliver asked when the stranger entered.
Before Arielle could introduce him, Southall Group’s lawyer rose to his feet. “Mr. Kane, why are you here?” he cried out in surprise.
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