In the anticipation of all the guests, Nil took the microphone, "After the group's deliberation, the Lloyd's Corp of Crana won the bid for this project. Congratulations."
Applause erupted from the venue.
Some people felt lost. Some exclaimed, and some admired.
Lyra and Malcolm were the most calm ones, because this result was not unexpected.
Midst a round of applause, Lyra stood up gracefully and bow slightly to all the guests at the scene, being courteous and polite.
She stepped onto the red carpet, took a step onto the stage and shook hands with Nil in front of everyone, signaling a happy collaboration.
The media gathered around the two who were shaking hands and took photos of them.
Lyra's expression was appropriate and her temperament was elegant and generous.
At this point in the bidding process, it was basically over.
The groups that were not selected had to return without any success.
But to their surprise, Nil announced another piece of good news before announcing the end of the convention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have read all the projects of all the groups today. After consultation, we have also seen another promising project and decided to give priority to the next project with this group that won the bid."
All the guests were instantly energized, hoping that the name Nil announced would be their companies.
After much anticipation, Nil said slowly, "Congratulations to AN Group. It is an honor to work with your company on your next project."
On the right side of the first row, a girl's slight cry of surprise rang out.
AN Group was the head office where Paul worked, the man who visited the Great Museum together yesterday.
Under the applause, Paul's girlfriend, who was next to him, was excited and embraced him.
He said, "You are the one who planned this business case. It's all your credit."
"Thanks Paul, I love you."
After the two had no qualms about the intimate and affection, the girl in a white dress slowly got up and bowed to all the guests on the scene with a smile and a humble attitude.
Form Lyra's direction, she could only see the girl's back, and her inconspicuous side face.
She clutched Malcolm's hand and her cold eyes narrowed, "I can't believe it's her, the girl who looks like Ethel."
Anne Windsor?
Lyra repeated the name in her mind for many times.
Not far away, Anne stepped out of her seat and slowly made her way to the stage, shaking hands with Nil in a friendly manner. And the cameramen took the photos of them again.
It wasn't until she came on stage and smiled toward the guests that Lyra got a good look at her face.
It was an unfamiliar face, not Ethel's.
Compared to Ethel's looks, this Anne, with a straighter nose, bigger and clearer eyes, and a smaller jawbone, smiled very friendly that warmed people's heart.
Lyra stared intently at her face, feeling that each of her features together seemed to have a bit of Ethel's charm.
What was more, was there really someone with an almost identical back with Ethel?
She pondered, looking colder and colder.
The bidding session ended and all the guests left one after another.
Malcolm suddenly received a phone call and ran to the next quiet passage to answer the phone.
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