Chapter 116
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The sound of a door knock resounds. Andrew, who was asleep, immediately wakes up and looks at the wall clock; it's already noon. He hurriedly gets out of bed and approaches Marcel, who is behind the door.

"Mr. William has arrived and is waiting for you in his office, Mr. Andrew."

Andrew quickly follows William's trusted assistant's steps. His eyes are still a little drowsy as he had only slept half an hour ago after battling anxiety in his heart.

William's laughter is heard as they arrive in front of the office door. Andrew catches a sound that seems to be more than one person. "Is he with someone else?"

"Yes, Mr. Andrew, Mr. William is with three of his colleagues. He wants to introduce you to them."

Marcel opens the door to William's office and Andrew enters. William's and his three colleagues' eyes immediately focus on Andrew. William stands up and approaches Andrew with delight.

"Andrew! Our last meeting was almost two weeks ago, and it made me miss you a little." William gives a
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