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.”

eat, Cloude explained, “Miss Swann, I’ve been waiting for you

time and gestured for

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

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

right. I do have something to attend to. If we can discuss it

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

and entered negotiation mode. “What do you

safety. I can facilitate communication between you and him, but I don’t have

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

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

an accident. However, when she glimpsed the waitress’s hands, any remaining sympathy vanished. Her hands were even

and coldly stared at her. “No need. You don’t

for your dry cleaning. Even though I’m just a waitress, I understand

audaciously blocked her path. “Miss,

took

off, “Next time you pretend, make it more convincing. Soak your hands