Sure enough, Noah Sinclair answered the phone, then turned his gaze to her, with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I have something to deal with first. It looks like we'll have to postpone the contract for another time."
He spoke casually, the words seemed quite apologetic, but from his previous behavior, Summer Ford couldn't see any sense of apology.
Noah Sinclair didn't say much more, just gave her an intrigued glance, turned around, and was about to leave when Summer Ford suddenly stepped forward, blocking him, "How long will it take? I'll accompany you!"
"Oh?" Noah Sinclair seemed surprised by her words, raising his brow.
Summer Ford's lightly drooping eyelids slowly lifted, "I'll accompany you, and after your matters are dealt with, help me solve Rousseau's issue."
"Alright." Noah Sinclair seemed quite interested in her proposal, the corners of his lips curling into a smile.
"Follow me!" He led the way, taking her up to the hotel upstairs.
