Isaac kicked the door open again as he spoke.
This time, Nicole did not deliberately block him.
The door was kicked open.
The furniture inside was in full view.
Isaac walked in boldly like he was the owner of the place.
Listening to the movements, Clayton seemed to realize what was going on and shouted in fury.
"Isaac, you-"
Nicole picked up the phone and spoke in a very light tone.
"It's fine, Clayton. Don't worry. I'll handle it. I don't know the laws here in Liberty, so don't call the police."
The police in Liberty were the most cumbersome. They might even put a charge on her if they were afraid of Isaac's identity.
She would not call the police, lest it caused more trouble.
Then, she hung up the call.
Nicole gently closed the door behind her.
Her eyes were cold, and her expression was calm. There was not the slightest hint of panic on her face.
Isaac already casually loosened his collar and unbuttoned the first two buttons.
He revealed his well-defined muscles, but Nicole only felt disgusted when she looked at him.
She looked away and went to the wine cabinet to pour some wine. Her tone was casual as if she was asking casually, "Does anyone know you're here, Mr. Sloan?"
Isaac thought that Nicole conceded. She only brought a n assistant when she came and did not even bring a bodyguard.
Otherwise, how would Nicole let him into the room so easily?
Although it was not much of a challenge anymore, Isaac liked sensible women.
Isaac smiled, and his eyes sized up and down Nicole's delicate figure without restraint.
It was as if he could see through her clothes.
"Of course. I came here halfway through a drinking session with my friends. I wanted to bring you along, but since you're so interested, we can go tomorrow instead."
Nicole smiled and held up a full glass of wine, handing it over to Isaac. Isaac frowned slightly.
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