Gabriel's face darkened. Sharply, he stared at the two people arrogantly entering the meeting room as if they were the one who owned the company. "Mr Mondragon, glad to see you again," Nathalia smirked. "How did you get here?" he asked sternly. "We're here as investors, if you're still not aware," Anthon showed off their investor ID that was dangling on his hand. Then, he pulled out the chair across them and made his fiancee sit on it before he sat next to her. Meanwhile, Gabriel looked at his father. As far as he could remember, he said that he already took care of them that's why he didn't bother checking if they were rotting in jail. "I was about to inform you that's why I'm here," Hendrix muttered. "So, we have surprised you, didn't we?" Anthon chuckled. "Great. Then we won't waste any of your time and proceed to the main reason why we are here," he said then threw the folder on the table unceremoniously. Gabriel just stared at it and had no plan to read
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