Chapter 442

“Isabelle rolled. Draven rolled too, and these two individuals will no longer appear at Ink Pharmaceuticals in the future.”

Those who were dissatisfied with me, and those more loyal to Isabelle and Draven, can now also leave! The audience below remained silent.

Ophelia nodded. “Alright, isn’t it? Then let’s disperse!” After saying that, she turned around and walked out. Several ministers hurried to catch up.

“Ms. Greene!” Dalton, afraid Ophelia was about to leave, hurriedly caught up and shouted.

After leaving the banquet hall, Ophelia stopped, turned, and glanced at the ministers with a slightly relaxed expression. She was about to speak when Graham approached with a phone in his hand.

“Mrs. Pruitt, Mr. Winford’s call.”

Ophelia’s expression immediately changed, her restrained face instantly becoming animated. She took the phone and her voice became sweeter, “Hello?”

The man’s deep voice penetrated her ears, “Why haven’t you come back yet?”

“It will be fine soon; everything has been taken care of. I will go back immediately,” she said, comforting him.

On the phone, Winford glanced at the time and said, “I’ll give you forty minutes.” Forty minutes later, he hoped she would appear in his arms.

Ophelia furrowed her brow in distress. Forty minutes? Isn’t that exactly the time needed to go home? She glanced at her ministers, who were looking at her eagerly. She softly spoke to him, “We haven’t received the medicine yet, and there are still some minor tasks to be completed. Forty minutes might not be enough… Can we have an extra half hour, please?”

Half an hour? Winford began to emit cold air. Forty minutes was already his maximum limit of tolerance, and he even wanted another half an hour!

As soon as Ophelia heard his silence, she knew he was upset. She quickly opened her mouth to coax him, but suddenly noticed the ministers next to her and hurriedly walked away, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s not half an hour yet, how about twenty minutes?”

“Honey, don’t be mad at me…”

After pouting for a while, Winford finally relented. He couldn’t resist her, so he ended up giving her an extra half hour.

Hanging up the phone, Ophelia sighed and smiled. Ah, having a clingy husband is just this kind of feeling—both sweet and annoying! She walked back and returned the phone to Graham.

“Ms. Greene, who is this…?” Nathan glanced at Graham, inquiring cautiously. Both Graham and the several icy bodyguards made people feel uneasy. What they were more concerned about was Graham’s earlier exclamation of “Mrs. Pruitt…”

Ophelia didn’t hide anything from them and said directly, “I came over here, and my husband was not very reassured, so he had them follow me.” A calm “husband,” once again, surprised the ministers. Ophelia could tell from their shocked reaction that they still didn’t know about her marriage.

Without waiting for them to ask, she took the initiative and said, “Let’s find a place to talk.” She hadn’t received the medicine yet, and she also really wanted to have a chat with a few ministers. This was in line with the Minister’s intention, and he immediately took her to the adjacent lounge.

In the lounge, Ophelia was the first to say, “Just now, thank you all for defending me.” As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately made all the ministers furious.