In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 589 He Didn't Make It

Grace narrowed her eyes. After careful consideration, she calmed down.

"Stay here and keep an eye on him. Don't let him leave without my permission."

After saying that, she took off her coat and quickly returned to the front of the stage.

In front of the cameras, she walked up gracefully, her long dress flowing elegantly. With a standard smile on her face, she looked very charming.

Since she was no less beautiful than a female celebrity, there was a commotion in the audience.

"Milady really looks great." Timothy watched Grace happily.

Meanwhile, Benjamin glanced over indifferently. "Ms. Noelle, aren't you upset that the man pursuing you compliments other women like that?"

Timothy clicked his tongue and gave Benjamin a nudge. "Are you trying to sow discord between us?"

However, Noelle was busy admiring Grace. "It's okay. She's also my Milady."

Timothy burst into laughter.

Benjamin's expression remained grim.

On stage, Grace bowed slightly, showing her beautiful neck.

"Thank you, Mr. Thorne. But I dare not take all the credit. Byte Technologies' success today is the result of all the staff members' hard work. The development of e-commerce to this day is inseparable from good policies and a good era ..."

She had such a broad perspective.

Larry couldn't help whispering, "It's a pity that Ms. Lewis hasn't considered doing politics."

Benjamin finally smiled and led the applause first.

Grace surveyed the faces of the people below, and her gaze lingered on the empty seat.

Xander still hadn't arrived.

She suppressed her disappointment.

There were still ten minutes until midnight. He had said that he would make it.

Her feet felt sore in her high heels. Time passed second by second, but that seat remained empty, waiting for its rightful owner.

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On the highway, vehicles were stuck in a long line.

Peter knocked on the car window. "Mr. Fulton, I went ahead to check what's happening. The road has collapsed, and it may take several hours to repair." NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Xander controlled his emotions, gripping the phone tightly.

"Call the deputy director of the Department of Transportation. Tell him to solve it within an hour at the latest."

Peter swallowed hard. "But even if so, we still won't make it."

It was too late. The gala's live broadcast was coming to an end. Matthew had just finished his speech, and Grace was walking to the stage, facing the camera.

Xander lowered his eyes slightly, lost in the scene.

He had tried to be as fast as possible, but he still hadn't been able to make it.

At this moment, the camera swept across the audience. Benjamin led the applause, standing out with his elegant figure.

Feeling a surge of emotions, Xander clenched his fist so tight that his fingertips turned pale. His face looked extremely ugly.

"Go!"

The Black Friday sale would end in one minute.

The host on the stage started counting down. "Ten, nine, eight, seven ..."

Grace stood beside Matthew, holding a party popper. A sense of loss filled her heart.

Xander still hadn't shown up.

"One!"

They popped the party poppers, and the data on the big screen immediately paused.

The domestic market revenue was 210 billion dollars, and the overseas market was 20 billion dollars.

These were impressive figures. Even with only a 3% commission, it was enough for Amirate to achieve its performance goals, not to mention Grace's 1% bonus from the entire Byte app's

revenue.

In the audience, Samuel turned pale with anger. Of course, he understood what those numbers represented.

What surprised him was that Byte Technologies had been able to enter the overseas market.

Although they had only made 20 billion dollars, it was a very good result for an e-commerce platform that had just started.

How could this be?

Where had he gone wrong with his predictions? How could Grace have had such a keen insight? When did she achieve all of this?

"Are you angry, Director Walker?" A voice sounded.

Startled, Samuel turned around and saw a woman wearing a mask and hat, staring fixedly at the stage.