"Grandpa, why are you here?" Miranda's face changed as if she remembered something. She removed her sunglasses hurriedly, realizing that today was an important day. The Carters were negotiating a big business deal with the Johnsons.
Sam, dressed in a gray suit, holding a golden cane, and wearing a high-top hat, walked over briskly, his expression angrier than ever. Several well-dressed men and women accompanied Sam.
"Mr. Carter, is your company having a team-building event? Haha, even those in wheelchairs are participating. Your company has great team spirit," a man in his forties said.
Sam's face darkened, unsure of how to respond. He could tell that the man was mocking him, but he couldn't refute it. Security guards were lying around in disarray, curses, screams, and Miranda's sharp v
