Nicole hooked her lips.
"Worried about me? In what way? Do you really think I'll hide a man here?"
Clayton laughed. "I'm worried that you'll be fighting alone. I somehow feel that this problem with the Sand City project is a trap."
He developed a keen intuition after so many years of experience.
Just like how he knew that Isaac Sloan wanted to make a move on him before Isaac did anything.
Nicole’s smile faded. She lowered her eyes without speaking.
Clayton looked at her eyebrows. Although she had a good appetite, the darkness in her eyes could not be concealed.
These days, Nicole must have had a bad time.
Clayton spoke in a deep and gentle voice.
"You've made progress?"
Nicole paused for a moment. She looked at him with a deep gaze and a playful smile.
"Yeah, and it's even related to you..."
Clayton froze for a moment and wrinkled his brows.
He waited for her explanation.
However, before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.
"President, it's me."
It was Logan's voice.
Nicole smiled, stood up, and went to open the door.
Logan came in with a stack of information. When he saw that Clayton was also there, he froze for a moment and nodded politely.
"Mr. Sloan."
Clayton responded with a smile. "Logan, you’ve worked hard."
Logan did not exchange pleasantries and handed over the materials in his hand to Nicole.
"These are the things you asked me to check yesterday.”
Nicole took the kraft paper envelope and did not open i t. Instead, she casually threw it on the table next to her.
"Just tell me straight."
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