All Her Secrets By Chestnut

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.”

that Catherine didn’t seem inclined to eat, Cloude explained, “Miss Swann, I’ve been waiting for you

the time and gestured for Cloude to

must have been exceptional, evident from his dining etiquette. His manner was particularly elegant, with a deliberate pace

paused to look at her. “Miss Swann, aren’t

something to attend to. If we can discuss it now, let’s do so.

he stopped eating. “In that case, let’s talk about your first

and entered

safety. I can facilitate communication between you and him, but I don’t have the power to release him,” Cloude replied with a serious expression, his deep, inquisitive eyes

to leave. “Alright, let’s go with that condition. I have nothing

sauce. The waitress, visibly frightened, continuously apologized to Catherine, who remained cold-faced, “I didn’t mean to do it.

to heart in the first place, assuming it was an accident. However, when she glimpsed the waitress’s hands, any remaining sympathy vanished. Her hands were even softer than Catherine’s. How could a waitress have such delicate

at her. “No need. You don’t have to

to pay for your dry cleaning.

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

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

you pretend, make