&quot;knock, knock, knock.&quot; 
 There was a knock on the door. 
 Iverson raised his eyes slightly and saw the woman behind Jamie. 
 A refreshing blue and white color barged into his sight. Under the blue high-waisted jeans was a white lantern-sleeved shirt. She carried a simple, mature, intellectual, and elegant beige bag. 
 &quot;Mr. Byran.&quot; 
 Her polite greeting ruined Iverson"s good mood as soon as she opened her mouth. Iverson frowned slightly. 
 Amanda entered the office, and Jamie tactfully closed the door behind her. 
 &quot;Mr. Byran, I"m here to thank you. Thank you for helping me.&quot; 
 &quot;That"s all right. I"m not helping you. I"m helping myself.&quot; 
 &quot;Huh?&quot; Amanda was confused. 
 Iverson asked, &quot;What"s your plan for the future?&quot; 
 Amanda thought Iverson was asking about her work, so she said thoughtfully, &quot;Although I"ve left the Sean G

After Lydia left, Iverson called for his secretary. 
 &quot;Mr. Byran, you call me.&quot; 
 &quot;Throw these away.&quot; 
 The secretary then understood that the boss was talking about the lunch box on the table. &quot;Yes.&quot; 
 &quot;Don"t let her come to the company without my permission in the future.&quot; 
 &quot;But Mrs. Old Byran asked Miss Ginos to come. If she asks her to come again...&quot; 
 Iverson glanced at his secretary coldly and questioned, &quot;Is the president of the Byran Group me or Mrs. Old Byran?&quot; 
 The secretary broke out in a cold sweat. 
 Fortunately, Jamie was back. He immediately took the secretary out after packing up, and as soon as he came out, he scolded the secretary. &quot;Is it your first day working here? Who is in charge of the Byran Group? Don"t you know that the boss hates it the most when others use Mrs. Old Byran to suppress him?&quot; 


The court trial was scheduled to be held on Friday. 
 On the day of the trial, Patrick and Amanda met in advance. 
 &quot;If they really intend to let the driver take the blame, then we won"t be able to threaten them with the evidence in our hands. At that time, they will bite back and say that the Sean Group"s assets are all before marriage, which is very unfavorable for us.&quot; 
 &quot;If that"s the case, what should we do?&quot; 
 &quot;If that"s the case, we"ll apply to the court and investigate the Sean Family. We suspect he transferred the assets in the marriage, but the lawsuit will go on for a long time if we do this.&quot; 
 &quot;How long?&quot; 
 &quot;At least three to five months, at most one to two years.&quot; 
 Amanda frowned and couldn"t help clenching her fists. 
 She was too stupid. All the marriage assets had been handed over to Halley, and she had almost no deposit

&quot;knock, knock, knock.&quot; 
 There was a knock on the door. 
 Iverson raised his eyes slightly and saw the woman behind Jamie. 
 A refreshing blue and white color barged into his sight. Under the blue high-waisted jeans was a white lantern-sleeved shirt. She carried a simple, mature, intellectual, and elegant beige bag. 
 &quot;Mr. Byran.&quot; 
 Her polite greeting ruined Iverson"s good mood as soon as she opened her mouth. Iverson frowned slightly. 
 Amanda entered the office, and Jamie tactfully closed the door behind her. 
 &quot;Mr. Byran, I"m here to thank you. Thank you for helping me.&quot; 
 &quot;That"s all right. I"m not helping you. I"m helping myself.&quot; 
 &quot;Huh?&quot; Amanda was confused. 
 Iverson asked, &quot;What"s your plan for the future?&quot; 
 Amanda thought Iverson was asking about her work, so she said thoughtfully, &quot;Although I"ve left the Sean Group. Since I signed the project with the Byran Group, I"ll still be in charge of checkin

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