As time passed, evening finally came, with less than an hour left before the start of the birthday celebration.
"White! Tell me the truth, did you invite Dragon Nine to help us tonight?" Mori Jones secretly pulled White Mitchell into a corner, lowering her voice to ask.
"Cousin, is that important?" Whites responded indifferently.
Mori Jones frowned and expressed her concern, "Of course it's important! Dragon Nine listens to you because he owes you a favor.
However, debts must eventually be paid, if you use his favor to help me tonight, then how will you deal with Imperial Group in the future?
You know that Imperial Group is still trying to suppress you. If you lose Dragon Nine, how will you cope by yourself?"
Speaking of this, Mori Jones's face showed a deep self-blame.
If it weren't for her own situation, White Mitchell wouldn't need to waste such a precious favor.
He could use Dragon Nine's favor to directly confront Imperial Group.