T City.
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
Harry Hunter's work was nearing its end today.
He had secured another billion-dollar order for the Star Region Group.
He accepted the invitation to the opponent's banquet, without saying much else, leaving Secretary Fisher and two vice presidents from Star Region to discuss all the details with the other party, and had David drive him away.
Isabella Weaver was still waiting for him.
On this business trip to T City, Harry Hunter didn't stay in a hotel, instead, he stayed at a guesthouse chosen by Isabella Weaver.
She had a special liking for guesthouses, especially those with unique design styles.
If Isabella were staying by herself, she might choose an ordinary one, costing just a few hundred bucks a night, but since Harry was with her, she didn't want to compromise his comfort and picked a high-end one—for sixty thousand dollars a night.
Of course, it was Harry swiping the card, her personal little treasure trove wouldn't lose a penny.
