"Never mind!" Eric Ocean waved his hand and turned around with a serious face.
His assistant quickly followed behind and asked in a quiet voice, "President Ocean, shouldn't we try to find out more?"
"What's there to find out?" Eric said, looking annoyed. "Do I have to dress up like a janitor and carry a broom just to meet President Golden?"
"But someone saw Rhysand enter the hotel through the back door."
"He just went to see his friend, a security guard from the Golden family. That guy can't do anything," Eric said impatiently and waved again. "Did you see his house? It was so old, no nice decorations, and there was only one plate of vegetables on the table. If Rhysand is really some big boss in the Golden Group, it's one thing to live simply, but eating like that?"
After Eric left, Rhysand locked the door and was about to speak when he noticed the table.
"Huh? Where's the sweet and sour fish I made?"
