Nicole swept a glance at the person sitting in the front, presiding over the meeting - the Vice President of Sloan Corporation.
There were many other bosses who were invited to attend the meeting, and they were all interested in acquiring Sloan Corporation.
After all, being able to acquire such a large conglomerate was enough to stir the business world.
The rest were the shareholders and directors of Sloan Corporation.
Sitting on one side was Quavon Sloan, who was in a wheelchair. His face was grim as he looked at Nicole who just came in.
As soon as Nicole arrived in Liberty, Quavon had received news of it.
However, the people Quavon sent failed miserably. He even received news from the mob telling him to stop targeting Nicole.
That was because Nicole was under the protection of the mob. As long as she was safe and sound within the confines of Liberty, she would pay a very handsome compensation after she left the country.
The Sloan family's power was no longer enough for others to be fearful. The mob had money to earn, so of course, Quavon's ambushes were unsuccessful.
Quavon coldly snorted. His voice was cold and ruthless. "You're not welcome here. Stanton Corporation is not on our guest list."
Nicole stood directly below the stage and raised her head slightly to look at Quavon, who was on the stage. Her features were stunning. She was bright and beautiful as she wore a fishtail skirt and a white blouse of the latest season.
Although it was a formal getup, it was not difficult to see that the countless details of her clothes were not o f ordinary quality. She had a sense of nobility and even exuded a light chill.
As Nicole stood there, she gave off a sense of indifferent detachment.
This made people look at her but dared not have other thoughts about her.
At that time, Nicole curled her lips. Her voice was clear and cold.
"Your company is getting acquired, yet now you're still being picky about who's acquiring it? Chairman Sloan, you're really determined to keep up appearances, huh?"
Nicole spoke frankly without restraint, piercing the illusion of superiority that Quavon was still attempting to maintain.
Quavon’s face turned red in an instant. He stared at
her furiously.
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