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

glanced at the time and

been exceptional, evident from his dining etiquette. His manner was

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

stalling. ” You’re right. I do have something to attend to.

faltered, and he stopped eating. “In that case, let’s

objections and entered negotiation mode. “What

him, but I don’t have the power to release him,” Cloude replied with

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

up and accidentally spilled food all over her. Her entire outfit was stained with sauce. The waitress, visibly

when she glimpsed the waitress’s hands, any remaining sympathy vanished.

the waitress’s hand and coldly stared at her. “No need. You don’t

pay for your dry cleaning. Even though I’m

continued walking. But the waitress audaciously blocked her path. “Miss, please give

sharp gaze, took a step back. “If

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