Chapitre 132: Meeting With the Regional Revolutionary Leaders

A week later.

Aron strolled alone, making his way into the hotel, his steps purposeful as he approached the reception area. He carried a bag in his hand, having entrusted his car in the hands of the hotel's valet for him to go and park the car.

"Welcome, Mr. Aron," Alexander exclaimed, rising from the comfortable chairs in the hotel lobby. He had been patiently waiting for Aron's arrival, to accompany him to the meeting room they had scheduled.

"Oh, Alexander," Aron replied warmly, extending his hand for a handshake.

"How have you been?" Alexander asked, his tone filled with genuine interest.

"Quite well, although your regional leaders have been the only ones causing some mischief," Aron responded in a playful manner. Over time, their frequent calls had brought them closer, fostering a light-hearted banter between them.