In the evening, the two met in the hotel at six o'clock sharp.

Byron had no patience to wait any longer. He rushed over immediately after hanging up the phone.

When Xander arrived, there was only a jug of plain water on the table. There was not even a decent drink.

Byron must have stopped the waiter from serving food using the same reason last time.

Xander was unsettled. The smile on his face was a little cold.

"I'm so flattered that you’re waiting for me, President Lawrence."

He stepped forward and sat down two seats away from Byron. "If the food in this hotel isn’t up to your preference, you should’ve told me earlier."

Byron seemed to have noticed his existence. He just raised his eyes and glanced at him, ignoring his strange demeanor.

"I have nothing against the food here. I just don't think it's necessary."

With that, Byron went straight to the point and brought up business. "I’ve prepared the transfer documents for the ten companies. You only need to sign them and those c