Yvette walked behind Lance, and Hans invited her in.

At a glance, the inside had a clean gray tone that was very similar to Lance’s style – dull, reticent, and predictable.

The furnishings inside were not very luxurious but were clean and tidy and did not look cheap at all.

Lance took off his jacket and threw it to the side. Hans picked up the jacket and hung it up while giving his report.

“Mr. Sheldon, the director from the medical department visited in the morning and waited until the afternoon.”

Lance seemed to have known and nodded.

“Has he eaten?”

Hans smiled. “Yes. The Vice President and I accompanied him.”

Lance nodded.

“Their hospital wants to monopolize large-scale medical equipment and make a fortune. We can’t agree to it so quickly. Delay it for now.”

Hans nodded and agreed.

Then, Hans looked at Yvette, who was sitting on the sofa casually. He pursed his lips and wanted to say something.

Lance paused and cleared his throat.

“That’s Yvette. You know her too. From