Erin Janus lowered her head and said something to him, looking unhappy.
Sylvan Cheney's face didn't show much expression either. Occasionally, he would respond softly a couple of times, but most of the time, he was listening to the speeches and taking notes.
Sylvan Cheney still looked the same as before when working—meticulous, rigorous, and cold.
Erin Janus seemed dissatisfied with his work, tugged at his sleeve, insisting on pulling him outside. Sylvan Cheney seemed to frown slightly.
Jasmine Yale withdrew her gaze and continued with her work, swiftly recording the keynotes and highlights of other companies' speeches and creating a separate table for comparison with ZR.
Will Caddel would sometimes pause his writing, lean closer to her, look over her notebook file, and offer a few pointers.
After finishing one table, Jasmine Yale felt thirsty and whispered to Will Caddel, "CEO Caddel, I'm going out to buy a drink. What would you like?"
"Bring me a cup of coffee."
"Okay."
