chapter 37 The fate of offending Anselm Casson

When Aleksey Salkield coolly put down his name badge, took off his work clothes and walked out of the conference room.

I happened to bump into Moira Unsted who was wandering around.

"Huh? Husband, you're done with the meeting, come out."Moira Unsted happily kept Aleksey Salkield.

"Have you seen that loser Anselm Casson?"Moira Unsted looked around. Except for the financial manager who just interviewed him, she didn't know anyone else.

Of course, she didn't...