"What do you need her for?"
Caleb Baker, deep in thought, idly rubbed his phone. His gaze glanced at the meal box on the table. He looked supremely composed, showing no obvious emotion, as if he was just making casual conversation.
Olivia Clark's eyelashes fluttered involuntarily. She felt nervous, but forced herself to appear calm and indifferent, so as not to lose her composure.
Mr. Lambert was still scrutinizing that piece of drawing paper and was non-committal in his response: "What's it to you?"
Caleb Baker decided to stay silent.
After all, this old man's rebellious spirit was not a recent thing.
He sat on the side, checking his phone. Yvonne Finley hadn't responded yet on WeChat, even though it should be past her finishing time by now.
Milton William had gone to contact someone.
Only he, Mr. Lambert, and Olivia Clark were in the meeting area.
Under such circumstances, their gazes were bound to cross.
