"Uncle Forrest, it's been a long time."
The middle-aged man in the wheelchair looked up at her in surprise, "Faye?"
Faye Townsend squatted down in front of the wheelchair, "Uncle Forrest, it's me."
"I've heard about your situation. This child, such a big thing happened, why didn't you come to me?"
"Uncle Forrest, I'm here to see you now.
I have something to ask of you. Can we talk in private?"
The man in the wheelchair waved his hand at his bodyguards, "Alright, you all can leave.
Faye, push me to the lounge, let's talk there."
"Okay." Faye stood up, moved behind the wheelchair, and started pushing it. She glanced up and gave Oliver Turner a slight smile.
Oliver Turner stood aside with his arms crossed. She actually knows Old Forrest.
No wonder she was so confident she could land this project.
Now it seems the Skyward project is as good as his.
He turned his gaze to Hunter Warren, whose face had been gloomy since they arrived.
