Gerard and Nicole went to the lounge to drink tea. To b e precise, they were listening to Tucker's report.
Halfway through, Gerard received a phone call and went out. Nicole sat there slowly drinking tea.
After less than fifteen minutes, Nicole vaguely heard Eric reprimanding voice.
Nicole paused and got up. Before she went out, she heard Eric speaking to Gerard in a cold tone.
"What bullsh*t intelligent psychiatrist is that? It can't solve my problem so it asked me to forget it? Do I need it to tell me that forgetting can solve the problem?!”
Gerard asked, "Then who does it want you to forget?”
"Get lost!"
Nicole sat back in her seat, half-hugging her arms.
Eric and Gerard walked in one after the other. Eric obviously looked unhappy. "This project should be postponed. The system is rigid and not flexible enough. It can't even guess one percent of the human psyche, so how is it supposed to shock the world?”
Gerard looked bitter and aggrieved.
Nicole pursed her lips. "Find a few world-class experts to try it out according to their standards so that we can determine when the most appropriate time is to
market it."
Gerard’s eyes lit up. 'That sounds more like it! It's pertinent.'
Eric pursed his lips. His gaze was sunken as he looked at her and did not speak.
Gerard looked at Eric. "Mr. Ferguson, what do you think about Ms. Stanton’s suggestion?"
Everything would depend on Eric's opinion.
Eric raised his eyebrows and looked up at Nicole with a smile. "What she said."
Sure enough, the only one who could make Eric change his mind was Nicole.
Nicole looked up and met his gaze.
Eric smiled and probed. "Who was on your mind when you went in? Who can’t you get over?"
There was a pause for a second.
Nicole's eyes deepened. She suddenly laughed. "I didn't go in."
Eric froze and instantly turned to look at Gerard.
Gerard trembled, lowered his head, and played dead, not daring to make a sound.
There were a few seconds of silence.
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