Last Wedding

business conference

“How was your trip Young Master? I see you are tired, surely you are very busy taking care of cooperation dear.” Milia Hudson Connor's soft voice calls for her son's return from a foreign trip.

A clean white face with a smile thin pink lips sweet, blend formal clothes with red blazer looks very luxurious. Beautiful body with a height of 160cm and skin that looks tight who would have thought Milia is a five-headed woman, 10 years Milia Connor has become the holder of several hereditary companies Connor's extended family. His strength is very influential even though 10 years must also be widowed without a husband. A fate of her husband Hudson Connor first confronts the Power.

Milia steps with her son Ryan Connor out of the black sedan car, the bodyguards lined up are ready to welcome her arrival. They and Young Master Ryan Connor in the meeting and coverage attended by journalists and journalists of state journalists, the coverage was very large and well awaited by the public and the public, the influence of the Connor family business in giving a major milestone to the country's economic strength, very much berandil and almost all percent of the economy is under the auspices of the Connor Company, do not be surprised Connor family is very respected.

The large hall was already filled with journalists and journalists, the tables and chairs lined up and terraced into a circular formation surrounding the large podium stage. Ryan stepped closer to the podium and began his speech. 183 Cm tall with athletic body, jaw firmly with eyes narrow eagle Ryan look authoritative in front of the spotlight paparazzi camera and camera journalists covering it.

“As an honor to me, Ryan Hudson Connor, who is now trusted as the next holder of the business power of the Connor company in the welfare of the country and participate in my responsibility with the government to support economic progress and society to be more advanced. A pride for us to succeed in signing and cooperating with major companies in the world. Wings Connor company is increasingly wide open in giving progress to the country.”

The cheers of a sudden boisterous sigh filled the hall room, everyone's eyes amazed and amazed at the figure of Ryan Connor, a 28-year-old young man in his young age he was a Young Master who was already very influential.

Milia accompanied by her daughter Eva Connor they sat in a red chair directly next to the podium, they clapped and applauded. Almost everyone clapped and stood up but there was one journalist who had just sat down with his flat face looking at Connor's family. His gaze was different from those of extremely boisterous and amazed people.

The applause gradually stopped and then continued the question and answer session to the journalists present, every seat of the journalists in front of him has been provided as if this was like a meeting of the President's press conference. A journalist instantly opened his mic, he was excited but his gaze remained flat.

“And yes like the rumors circulating, it is heard that he said Milia Hudson Connor mother of the Young Master we have more influence and power over the government, he said, is this politics covered in opinion advancing the country's economy? “

“Unfortunately the Connor family does not participate in political affairs.” Ryan's cold response responded to all the journalist's sharp questions and opinions. The bespectacled man snorted and flashed a thin smile with a trivial look because Ryan replied directly with the closing point, there was no response from the journalist, he said, his gaze was flat but implied there was something big behind it all.

“We will end the inquiry session , Connor family office will send you the file details for all the questions and statements you provide for us.” A colleague who attended and took part in the meeting also chimed in to close the event today.

Ryan just kept quiet he glanced back at the glasses-wearing journalist, his gaze cold. Ryan then glanced at someone who was in the corner of the room, a mature brown-skinned man with his thin mustache, a 170 cm posture the man nodded and slowly walked out of the hall room, the hall,

Ryan tapped on the earphones in his ears “Do Your Job.”

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