All Her Secrets

Chapter 903 Conditions

Cloude was momentarily taken aback by her response, then chuckled. “Well, I didn’t expect you to be so patriotic, Miss Swann. It seems I really didn’t do my job well and almost misunderstood you.”

Catherine glanced at the time. It was almost four o’clock, and if she didn’t act quickly, it could disrupt the schedule for the press conference. “Mr. Cloude, if there’s nothing else to discuss, let’s get straight to the point.”

“Agreed.” Cloude immediately consented to Catherine’s proposal. His terms remained unchanged-he still demanded a fifty percent stake, with the rest open for negotiation.

Catherine agreed, but also presented her conditions. “First, help me find Professor Warner and bring him back.

Second, remove all online impacts on me. Third, regardless of how the lab operates, you must not intervene. You need to understand. I don’t need anyone meddling in my affairs.”

Upon hearing Catherine’s conditions, Cloude showed no surprise as if he had anticipated her requests. After assessing Catherine, he said seriously, ” I fully agree with the last two conditions. However, the first one may need some adjustment.”

Catherine raised an eyebrow and gave him a cold glance. “Adjust what?”

Cloude’s expression darkened slightly as he picked up his fork. “Not so fast. Let’s eat first and discuss later.”

Cloude explained, “Miss Swann, I’ve been waiting for you and haven’t eaten a thing. Can’t you

and gestured

been exceptional, evident from his dining etiquette. His manner was particularly elegant, with a deliberate pace and a touch of

to look at her. “Miss Swann, aren’t you going to eat anything? Or do you have something urgent to

have something to attend

“In that case, let’s talk

ceased her objections and entered negotiation mode. “What

don’t have

that condition. I have nothing else to discuss. I’m leaving!” She stood up and exited the private room. Cloude made no attempt to stop her as if letting

stained with sauce. The waitress, visibly frightened, continuously apologized to Catherine, who remained cold-faced, “I

glimpsed the waitress’s hands, any remaining sympathy vanished. Her hands were even softer than Catherine’s. How could a waitress have such delicate hands from regular

coldly stared at her.

by Catherine’s leniency and smiled, saying, “I know you’re kind-hearted, but please allow me to pay for your dry cleaning. Even though I’m just a waitress, I

waitress audaciously blocked her path. “Miss, please give me this chance,”

intimidated by her sharp gaze, took a step back. “If I let you go, cherish

“Next time you pretend, make it more convincing. Soak your hands in water for a few days