The words immediately drew everyone's attention. Several directors exchanged surprised looks, a few executives frowned in disbelief, and one elderly director couldn't help speaking first.
"A private gathering? Chairman, even my wife has never received such an invitation."
Adrian's gaze returned to Snow. "You were invited?"
Snow nodded honestly. "Yes."
He studied her quietly. Old Madam Gu never extended invitations without a reason. Every invitation represented a decision that had already been carefully considered, which meant someone inside the Gu family had taken an interest in Snow Jiang.
For reasons he couldn't quite explain, that realization left him unexpectedly displeased.
Before anyone had the chance to continue, hurried footsteps echoed from outside the living room as Derek Mu strode inside with his suit jacket draped neatly over one arm.
"Mr. Qinn."
Adrian looked toward him. "What is it?"
