Gerard Lichman could not bring himself to smile because he could clearly feel the tension in the air.
Eric's eyes were gloomy and cold as he met Clayton's deep and arrogant gaze without flinching.
"It seems that some people don't have any self-awareness."
"Mr. Ferguson, if you don’t have any, why should I?"
This was considered an official confrontation.
Clayton laughed and turned to leave.
Eric snorted. His smile was arrogant and ruthless with a hint of powerlessness.
The room was extremely chilly.
The lobby of J&L Corporation.
Nicole stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with her phone. She was on a call and looked very relaxed as she stared out the window with a faint smile while she held her coat with one hand. She seemed pleased with herself.
Seeing Clayton walking over, Nicole hung up the phone. "Mr. Sloan, is there something else?"
Clayton had his hand in his pocket as he smiled at her. "The most pressing thing now is treating you to lunch."
This was the second time he asked today, so it was not good to refuse.
Nicole paused and chuckled. "Okay, but it should be m y treat."
She only refused earlier because she did not want to share the same table with Eric Ferguson. Without Eric there, she had no worries.
The two of them got into the same car, which was seen by Eric, who was standing upstairs.
A thick coldness shrouded his body.
The displeasure in Eric’s heart was shown on his face. Even his chest felt stuffy.
Gerard cleared his throat. "Don't be sad. Leaving together doesn't mean anything."
He could only give Eric such dry consolation. 'Why didn't Eric appreciate Nicole back when they were married if he likes her so much?'
Clayton and Nicole went to a private restaurant. The customers there were all regulars.
It was situated in a suburban villa with a nice environment. The food served was also delicious.
Nicole came here with Yvette and her friends a few times before, but a reservation was needed to enter.
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