"Robert, go downstairs and call over that girl, Irene Morton." Luke Land said to Robert, who was standing to the side.
"Yes, Second Young Master." Robert was about to unbuckle his seatbelt but was stopped by Asher Land.
"I'll call her."
What?
Luke Land's mouth dropped open with an unbelievable look on his face.
He really didn't expect Asher Land to do something like this.
Asher opened the car door, swung his long legs out, and walked towards the hall.
Irene Morton was sitting on the sofa, leisurely fiddling with her freshly done manicure.
"The Golden Era Consortium's press conference, are you going or not?" He stood not far from her, his gaze cold and aloof as he looked down at her.
"Brother Asher, saying it like that, are you inviting me?" Irene Morton showed him a harmless smile, stood up, wrapped her arm around his, and looked up at him.
"I'll give you three seconds to decide, are you going or not?" He didn't want to waste words.
