Chapter 132

After Ms. Thompson said that, without waiting for Mr. Louis to even respond, she left with her heels clacking against the floor. The sound was rather annoying.

Mr. Louis popped his head out from the sea of questions. He smiled as he looked at her back. Even after she had walked away, his expression remained the same; he smiled as he lowered his head.

Meanwhile, Mr. Anderson was attending a banquet. The Anderson family could only be regarded as a bottom-ranking family in San Joto. They could only get into a banquet of such level using the name of the director of the Royal Creek Institute. Even so, after coming in, no one would pay them much attention.

So, Mr. Anderson was in a very embarrassing situation and took the call to prop himself up.

He pretended to put down the phone solemnly and then immediately regretted it. He had nothing to do anyway, and chatting with Mr. Kennedy would have made him look a little busier.

To his surprise, as soon as he put his phone done, a thick, attractive voice rang from behind him. “Did you mention ‘Nicole Riddle’ in the call just now?” 1

Mr. Anderson turned around and saw an elegant, handsome middle-aged man standing behind him. There was a reserved demeanor about that man. He curled his lips slightly at Mr. Anderson, somehow giving out an imposing außa.