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“Mr. Ellison is waiting in the reception room,” Nicole’s assistant replied.

Nicole entered the reception room and saw Harvey leaning on the couch leisurely, eyeing everything inside.

Sensing a presence, Harvey turned and saw Nicole. He put on a fake smile, stood up, and acted like a gentleman. “We meet again, Ms. Riddle.”

“Nice to meet you,” Nicole said indifferently, keeping a strictly professional demeanor.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

The assistant brought coffee into the room.

“Mr. Ellison, have some coffee,” said Nicole, gesturing in that direction. Then,

she sat down and invited Harvey to do the same. “Since Mr. Ellison is present here, shall we talk about the joint venture factory?”

“Well, there’s no rush in that,” said Harvey. His purpose here had nothing to do with discussing the joint venture.

Compared to losing a factory, he felt it was more important to build a closer relationship with Nicole.

Shocked, Nicole raised her brows and asked, “Well, I have no idea what else

there is to discuss, if not the factory. Unless you changed your mind?”

With a pause, Nicole pretended to grasp the situation and said, “If you regret the

to join ventures, I could purchase the factory on my

he said helplessly, “Alright then. Do you have

suggestions for the

withdraw from the venture. Would you agree to that?”

calm. “This is something I

I also believe it’d be

replied nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders. She

her suggestion in the first

done those

to collaborate with you. I hope

smile and extended a hand

shake.

that depends

for her assistant. “Please

promptly entered and escorted Harvey out,

please, Mr. Ellison.”

again.” Harvey

Patricia entered the office. “Ms.

worry. He just came to validate his

polite. After all, she

about the collaboration in the future?”