"President Lees..."
Michael Lees suddenly looked up at him and then glanced at his phone.
"You've come at the right time."
Gilbert Moore grinned sheepishly, "Congratulations, President Lees."
Michael raised an eyebrow, "Congratulations on what?"
Gilbert blinked, "Congratulations on resolving the misunderstanding with Madam, mutual affection, and your marriage will surely be blissful."
Blissful my ass!
Look at that woman, does she look like she loves him?
She clearly doesn't appreciate what she has now!
He confessed, and she got complacent.
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved and angry he felt, as he coldly looked at Gilbert and said:
"Do you know what day is this year's Laba Festival?"
Gilbert paused for a moment, then quickly smiled, "Of course I know, January 22nd, it's your birthday."
It's his boss's birthday, such an important day, of course, he knew and had to know.
