Read Chapter 860 of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
Nicole got into the car.
As soon as she did, Molly ended a call.
“Mr. Lichman is back and asked you out for dinner. Do you want me to refuse it for you?”
Nicole shook her head without hesitation.
“No need. I just so happen to have a few things I want to ask him about.”
Molly nodded and said to the phone, “She agreed. She has some things to talk to you about too.”
It was not polite at all. Nicole was faintly stunned.
Gerard was the president, right? Could Molly do this?
Would he not make things difficult for her?
She pursed her lips and asked tentatively, ”Are you getting by well here? Do you want to go to my company?”
Molly shook her head.
”No, I’m very sentimental towards the company, sigh… Gerard was also a member of our research team, but his ability was limited, so we kicked him out to let him manage the company. Fortunately, he’s quite capable in that aspect Nicole thought, ’Oh, so Molly is one of the founders of the company! It’s no wonder she treated money like dirt!’
Downstairs, at the J&L Corporation office.
Nicole told Molly to call Gerard down while Nicole drove personally. There was no need to waste time.
In less than five minutes, Gerard jogged down. His face still seemed slightly haggard.
Nicole frowned. “Are you sure you want to have dinner when you’re so tired, Mr. Lichman?”
Gerard perked up. There was a helpless light behind his elegant glasses.
“One can’t function on an empty stomach!”
No matter how tired he was, he still had to eat.
Nicole fell silent and was just about to start the car when someone opened the passenger door.
A man with a cold and quiet aura got in. The temperature suddenly dropped several degrees.
Nicole was startled. Eric sat in the passenger seat boldIy, and his face was as gloomy as ever.
Did he not leave earlier?
Nicole thought that Eric had gone back to Ferguson Corporation to smash things in a fit of anger.
Looking at her shocked expression, Gerard cleared his throat.
“Um, I just so happened to meet him at the door. You don’t mind, right?”
It seemed like Gerard already knew.
Gerard smiled. He had not slept after coming back from a day-long business trip, but Eric called him out to socialize.
He was really trying his best!
Eric’s cold face twitched, and his dark eyes gazed deeply at her.
“You don’t mind, right? We’ll be talking about business, so your boyfriend shouldn’t mind either…”
Well, Clayton succeeded. Eric took it seriously!
Nicole quietly turned away and started the car without any explanation.
Seeing that she did not say a word, Eric’s dark eyes became even more gloomy.
In the backseat, Gerard and Molly exchanged glances.
They both sensed that the atmosphere was not quite right. Molly knew very well what was happening between them. However, she could not say…
Three presidents sat in the car to get together for a meal.
Nicole got Logan to make a reservation in advance. Logan then went home right after he booked it.
At the restaurant, they went straight into a private room.
Gerard first went to the washroom to wash his face. He came back much more refreshed after washing away the fatigue.
His golden-framed glasses made his skin look fair and cold, giving him an air of abstinence. When people talked about “refined degenerates”, they were talking about people like him.
Nicole could not help but shoot him a few glances.
Eric noticed her gaze and his eyes grew slightly colder when he looked at Gerard.
Inexplicably receiving Eric’s cold treatment, Gerard did his best to ignore it as much as possible.
“Ms. Stanton, the AI doctor we listed abroad before has already received unanimous praise, but the medical conditions locally and abroad are different, so further integration is needed. How about it? Do you plan to make an additional investment?”
Nicole knew that he would talk about this the moment he opened his mouth.
She smiled. “Sure. Send me the plan for the second round of investment. The money will arrive immediately as soon as our board of directors approves it.”
Gerard knew that she would agree quickly.
He swept away his fatigue. “Let’s have a toast.”
