"Additionally," Kris Cooper raised both hands and put them in his pants pockets, "you all need to observe the intimacy level between Nathan Leafcastle and Sally Dalton, for instance, how many tis they kiss daily, whether they go to bed... I need to know all these."
The staff exchanged glances, their expressions sowhat ambiguous.
Kris Cooper raised an eyebrow, gave a soft cough, sensing the anger emanating from the man, prompting the few to quickly adopt serious expressions.
"Yes, Mr. President."
Do these guys think he’s a pervert?
Kris Cooper took two steps back, leaning against the table. He had plenty of reasons for doing this.
After interacting these days, he clearly felt that Nathan Leafcastle’s attitude towards Sally Dalton was very indifferent, a feeling that didn’t resemble that of a couple about to get married at all.
Know yourself and know your enemy, then you can fight a hundred battles without defeat. He wouldn’t overlook any detail.
Because details determine success or failure.
He turned and left, leaving the staff to continue their diligent work.
The computer screen was on, representing the small red dots indicating the two had already entered the airport parking lot.
The car drove into the parking lot, and Sally Dalton got out first, walking over to support Nathan Leafcastle’s arm.
"Why don’t you wait in the car, so you don’t have to walk back and forth, which might hurt your wound again."
"Well..." Nathan Leafcastle nodded, "Please apologize to Mr. President for ."
"It’s okay." Sally Dalton smiled and walked toward the arrival hall with the assistant and driver.
In the car, only Nathan Leafcastle remained, and he imdiately took out his phone, dialing Smith’s number.
"Mr. Smith, how is the progress?"
"We have made thorough preparations to clear obstacles for you," Smith paused, "Now... your bid price should have already been determined, right?"
Nathan Leafcastle smiled, "This... there’s no need for Smith to know, right?"
Despite being in a cooperative relationship, Nathan Leafcastle remained vigilant around him. The bid price was so crucial that he wouldn’t disclose such details to anyone.
"Haha..." Smith laughed aloud, "Of course, I’m just confirming that you’re all ready because this bidding will be very competitive. I didn’t an to pry into secrets."
Nathan Leafcastle glanced out the car window, "These next two days, let’s not et for now; let’s ensure the bidding goes smoothly first."
"Alright, I’ll wait for your good news." Smith hung up the phone.
Deleting the call record, Nathan Leafcastle’s slender fingers tapped the screen lightly, entered the password to enter the photo album, and imdiately brought up the photos secretly taken of Vera Wave that night, his finger gently caressing her face.
"Vera, I hope you can understand !"
At this mont, all of his actions were already within Kris Cooper’s field of vision.
Not only the call, but also every operation he made on the mobile was being synchronized to the computer in Kris Cooper’s lounge.
Looking at the screen displaying the photo of Vera Wave asleep leaning against the wall, Kris Cooper imdiately knitted his beautiful long eyebrows.
"After the event ends, delete all information from his phone for !"
He dared to secretly photograph his wife, truly damnable!
However... he was clearly avoiding Sally Dalton when making the call, which suggests that even Sally Dalton was kept in the dark about this matter.
No wonder he gambled on Barker, and Sally Dalton didn’t care, she wasn’t aware of it.
Nathan Leafcastle, you scumbag!
Kris Cooper clenched the juice cup in his hand, "This ti, I’ll teach you how to be a decent person!"
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