Jordan narrowed his eyes. "Really?"
I nodded. "I have absolutely no knowledge o f what Lally said to Shannon last night."
Jordan's countenance sank, and his gaze gradually grew unkind when he looked at m e.
I silently cursed myself for being an idiot for mentioning the wrong thing.
It seemed like I should express concern for his body instead, so I asked carefully, "A-Are you doing okay now, Mr. Fredericks?"
Jordan frowned slightly. "What do you mean if I'm doing okay?" 'Your body," I blurted out, just short of asking him if he had gone to the doctor and if it was a serious case.
He looked at me with indifferent eyes and asked coldly, "Why would my body not be okay?"
I had no way to continue asking if he decided to play dumb.
I awkwardly smiled. "You have a healthy body. You've always been healthy."
I planned to retreat after Jordan signed the papers I brought.
Jordan put down his pen and looked up at me, saying, "The guys from Grant
Corporation will come over for a meeting later. You’re the person in charge of this project and have to attend this meeting. Don't be late."
I nodded. "Okay, Mr. Fredericks. I understand."
"You can leave now."
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