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Chapter 1582 The President Has To Eat Too
After discussing the whole morning, they still did not get a solution.
"Lancer Corporation's medicinal materials are of the best quality in the country. Getting a supply of medicinal
materials of their grade won't be easy. Moreover, the quantity needed is a lot, which will be challenging.”
One of the senior employees sighed.
If even he had no way, others would not have any either.
"If there’s nothing we can do, we can only give in and change the price to what Lancer Corporation wants."
Someone was already expecting the worse.
Everyone in the conference room looked dejected.
Rosalie’s hope was crushed, and her heart sank, i
Since it was already time for the lunch break, Rosalie had to dismiss the meeting.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Let's end this meeting here. Please keep this matter concealed from other employees. Let's keep this matter to
ourselves first. Spreading the news might make others feel dejected too. I'll think of some other way to solve this
matter."
Everyone agreed.
Rosalie thought of something and smiled. 'The research institute's atmosphere seems down lately. Why don't you
guys take your subordinates for lunch? It's on me." 1
She wanted to ease the tense mood of the supervisors.
Everyone knew her intention and smiled.
Rosalie watched them leave. She did not have the mood to eat and sat in the conference room, dejected. All she
wanted to do now was think of a way to solve this matter.
She even thought of calling her teacher.
Her teacher would be happy to hear she had invented a drug like this.
Moreover, her teacher had a high reputation in the field and probably knew some high-end medicinal material
suppliers.
When she was about to call Quentin, Byron's call came in.
Rosalie adjusted her mood and answered the call.
"Have you taken your lunch?"
Byron's voice came from the other end of the call, easing her mind.
Rosalie felt graveness striking her when she heard his voice. "No, I’ve been in a meeting this morning and don't
have the appetite..." "Come out. I’m outside the research institute."
Byron seemed to have expected this, and his voice sounded comforting.
Rosalie’s eyes lit up in joy, and she headed out. "Why are you here? Aren’t you at work?" 'The president has to eat
too."
Byron sounded helpless, yet he doted on her. "You were so tired last night, and I had to apologize. Otherwise, I'm
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmafraid you might pack your things and sleep in the guest bedroom."
Rosalie's face flushed red upon thinking about what happened last night. She subconsciously looked around.
After ensuring no one was around, she was relieved and muttered, "Stop talking nonsense. I’ll be at the entrance in
a while."
Byron smiled and said nothing but did not hang up the call.
Rosalie had just walked out of the research institute and already saw the familiar Bentley. The window facing the
research institute rolled down, and everyone who walked out of the research institute could see the man in the car.
It seemed Byron had seen her, and he hung up the call. Then, he got out of the car.
Rosalie approached him and got into the car as Byron had opened the door for her.
"What do you want to have for lunch?"
Byron entered the car through the driver's seat as he asked her.
When he spoke, he glanced at her.
All he saw was the same expression from yesterday on the woman's face again.
Apparently, the problem of Lancer Corporation had not been solved yet. It seemed the problem had worsened.
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