The Deserted Rich Beauty

Chapter 415: His Sense of Crisis 

Out of politeness, Nicole kept that thought to herself.

Clayton immediately sensed the change in Nicole's mood and smiled decently.

"Michael asked me to give it to you.He said that you'd like it, but I doubt it..."

With that, Clayton Sloan casually tossed the bouquet o f white chrysanthemums on the side of the table and reached out to shake hands with Gerard Lichman.

‘What was I thinking to believe my stupid son that Nicole only likes white chrysanthemums?!’ Clayton thought.

Nicole breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Oh...It turned out tobe Lil Michael..."

At the thought of this, Nicole missed the boy because she had not seen him in a while.

Nicole regained composure and exchanged pleasantries with the rest.

Gerard took a phone call and hung up after a few words.

Gerard said, "Let's go to the conference room.Everyone's here."

Once they got to the conference room and saw the people inside, Nicole was slightly stunned.

‘Eric Ferguson actually came in person?!’ Although Eric was sitting in a wheelchair, it did not look awkward.

He still had an awe-inspiring aura and was able to command the scene.

Nicole did not say much about his arrival.

The meeting went smoothly.

Stanton

involved, Gerard Eichman did not get dividends

in this project were

was

still had something to discuss with Nicole, so the

meeting room, Eric looked at Nicole's departing back with slightly

could not

"Are you anxious now?"

a sharp

"Where's the new assistant?"

Sloan would not be a threat to him because

returning to Mediania was

fresh graduate assistant

Gerard's call about the

can't compare to you, young hunks like that know how to sweet-talk women and can seduce women easily, so you have to go

was in his pocket while he leaned

His smiling eyes narrowed.

have a

beckoned for Tucker to come

as soon as he came into the conference room, he only

was an overwhelming chill in

much experience walked over with restraint.He overlapped his hands and bowed

have

was here to follow up with the project, he had to do whatever he was instructed to do since

in his wheelchair with a dull expression, but he had a sullen and compelling vibe that gave off an invisible pressure without him having

to look at the minutes in front of him, then inadvertently swept a glance at Tucker, who

was low and

"What's your name?"

my name is

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