The man at the round table was blond and blue-eyed. He was dressed in a neat suit, with calmness and prestige in his eyes.
Next to him sat several men in suits with different hair colors. These people did not show up at the previous dinner, let alone the wedding in the afternoon.
The most surprising thing was Solander’s position.
As the nominal host here, Solander could only sit around the corner.
It was obvious that the men sitting in the middle were the real leaders of this secret meeting.
As for Harry, Shulman, and others who had disappeared earlier, they were also among them. They were a little at the back but much more conspicuous than Solander.
“Mr. George, please take a seat. Let me introduce myself, I am Owen, the United Kingdom’s ambassador in Qari…” The man sitting in the center was the first to introduce himself.
Afterward, the rest were also introduced, one by one.
Ambassadors of various countries first, and after that, representatives of some famous families that had not yet appeared in Qari.
What was more thought-provoking was that none of the representatives from the Rothschilds, Morgans, and other big families with backgrounds in the United States were present in this hall.
After Mozart learned the identities of these people, she did not think too much about other things. She was amazed that they would be here.
At this moment, a voice roared wildly in her heart.
It is them!
Mozart’s eyes no longer looked shocked, but horrified!
Although she barely recognized the identities of Owen and several other people based on her impressions before, she still had a little fantasy that these people just looked alike. Because according to common sense, she was not even qualified to appear in a meeting of this level with her and Lydia’s identities.
Even though Lydia now nominally represented Somerland, he was not a real official after all and was not qualified to sit here.
In contrast, Lydia’s reaction was much calmer. He quietly walked to a relatively forward position, guided by the attendants, pulled out a chair, and sat.
In fact, Lydia’s heart was not as calm as he appeared on the outside. Although he had some guesses about the current situation, he was not a god after all, and the specifications of the meeting in front of him also far exceeded his expectations.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen, I have a question. If I don’t get an answer, I may not be able to continue with the following topics…” After sitting down, Lydia spoke frankly without hiding anything.
“Mr. George, of course, you have the right to ask questions,” Owen said in a deep voice.
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