Nicole froze slightly. She then saw that Eric was walking over with a thermos flask.
His slender fingers moved fluidly to pour out a bowl of stew and pushed it over.
"Have a taste..."
Nicole frowned and thought that Eric seemed a little off today.
She could not tell what was wrong with him.
Nicole looked at the stew. "Toto made stew so early in the morning?"
Eric lowered his thick and lush eyelashes. His black eyes were sunken, and his voice was deep.
"Mm..."
Nicole did not feel like eating stew and did not touch i t.
"Besides me blocking you, do you have other things to talk about?"
She implied that it was time for him to leave.
Eric’s lips were pressed into a straight line. His eyes seemed to have ripples.
"I intend to speed up J&L Corporation's project. I poached a high-tech research team from Denmark.
They’ll arrive next month. When the time comes, we'll rearrange the project's process."
Nicole was dumbfounded for a moment.
A high-tech research team from Denmark was no longer just a matter of salary. It was even harder to poach core technical staff than a soccer team, so how did Eric do it?
Eric looked at Nicole quietly. His temperament was oppressive as he said slowly, “So, Clayton Sloan can hurry up and go back to where he came from."
Eric spent so much money to poach an excellent team so that he could rush the process, just so that Clayton could leave quickly.
It was best if Clayton could stay further away from Eric and Nicole. The further, the better!
A chill lingered in the air.
Nicole took a deep breath. "Mr. Sloan’s schedule is not within my arrangement."
Eric smirked. His eyebrows were intertwined with coldness and warmth.
"Nicole, you know what I mean. If you reject him, I can give you whatever you want."
Nicole raised her eyes in a flash.
'Wow...'
The confidence in his eyes was hard to conceal.
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