Chapter 77: Confusion

In the meeting room.

Everyone in the meeting room was looking towards the person presenting the group's upcoming project. Only Harry was as anxious as burning fire, frequently checking his phone but receiving no notifications.

He looked at the message he sent to Emma three days ago that still had no response, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. For a moment, forgetting he was still at work, he uncomfortably spoke to Martin.

"Martin, has it been 2 hours, and she still hasn't received the flowers? If she got them and didn't send a thank-you text, what does that mean? Doesn't she like roses?"

"Huh? Mr. Harry?" The presenter immediately stopped, asking Harry in confusion.

Harry raised his head, and all eyes in the meeting room were now on him. Sternly looking at Martin, he waved his hand, "Nothing, just continue your presentation."

But this time, everyone couldn't maintain their high level of concentration, glanced at each other meaningfully and then shrugged their shoulders. It seemed li