The assistant nodded his head and said, "He has looked for hundreds of them before, but none of them could satisfy his son. However, your work is outstanding, and Mr. Travis also wants to give it a try. Maybe his son will agree?"
The question that Megan was concerned about was more practical, "If Mr. Travis dosen't agree, should I return the 100000 dollars to the company?"
"Mr. Travis didn't say that, but there is no such a thing as free lunch. You should understand this."
"I understand."
"Then you..."
Megan took a deep breath, pushed through the crowd, and walked up to Mr. Travis.
He was indeed good-looking and very tall, with the arrogance and vitality of a young man. But at this time, he crossed his arms and said arrogantly, "It's useless to say more. Go."
"What's your condition?
