Chapter 702

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Logan turned and left.

Nicole continued to read the proposal. Their investment direction could not be limited to one aspect, and

Grant had already proposed to step into real estate again.

Everyone knew that the real estate industry had not been prosperous in recent years.

However, it was because it was not prosperous that some people would take risks and win.

Thus, when Grant proposed this plan, Nicole was persuaded as well.

The Al project had gradually stabilized and was unlikely to deviate from the track, so their energy could

be shifted in other directions.

In the afternoon.

Grant and Nicole discussed the plan of giving the project team a “surprise attack”.

Nicole wore a white shirt and a slim and slender fishtail skirt, outlining her thin waist and long, straight

legs. She went to the project department in her high heels.

She stood in the midd ie of her crowd, looking bright and noble. Even Grant walked behind her.

Everyone in the project department knew who Nicole was.

She was a scandalized woman who was not acknowledged in the beginning, but with her sharp and

decisive methods, her position gradually grew more stable. Nowadays, no one dared to underestimate

her. Everyone was talking and laughing idly in their seats. Some people were gossiping in the pantry,

while others watched TV shows. The whole environment was hard to describe. “P-President Nicole?”

They needed to differentiate their address for Grant and Nicole, so she was naturally President Nicole

instead of President Stanton. The noise suddenly quieted down.

They all looked at the people who arrived in shock.

Nicole smiled and looked at them. They looked so surprised that their eyeballs were about to pop out.

“Everyone must be working hard. Where’s Mr. Cook?”

Everyone glanced around but did not seem to see Jacob Cook. Someone suddenly reacted and pointed

to the office inside. “Mr. Cook is in there…”

Nicole smiled and thanked the person before walking over. Behind her, Logan knocked on the door and

opened it.

“Who is it? Mr. Young… Ah, President Grant, President

Nicole.”

Jacob’s voice was in disbelief. It was as if he saw a ghost. “Nicole? Grant? Why are you here?”

Surprisingly, there was another voice in the office. It was Xandria.

The office that originally belonged only to Jacob had an extra desk and computer where Xandria was

sitting. Nicole’s lips curled absently. “You’re here?” “Yes, Mr. Cook took care of me. There are too many

people outside and it’s too noisy, so he specially arranged for me to work here. It’s my first day at work

today, but I didn’t expect my colleagues to treat me so well…” Xandria looked eagerly at Jacob, who

nodded in satisfaction.

Both Nicole and Grant had no warmth in their eyes. They were rather cold instead.

“I’ll go make coffee for you…” Xandria looked at the stagnant atmosphere and was about to leave.

“How can I let you do that, Ms. Xandria? Just let the people outside do it…” Jacob smiled.

Nicole snorted coldly.

The atmosphere sank instantly.

Jacob’s smile stiffened as he respectfully looked at the two people in front of him.

“President Grant, President Nicole, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

Grant stood there with a powerful aura that was enough to intimidate others.

Everything else could be handled by Nicole.

“Mr. Cook, the project department always gets the most bonuses, but you don’t deserve it with the effort

you put in, right?”

Jacob’s face whitened. “I…”

Nicole glanced sideways at the small table and narrowed her eyes when she saw the computer screen.

Heh…

Xandria actually used the group photo they took as her wallpaper?

Was she afraid that others did not know they were related? Was she determined to chew them up here?

For a while, Nicole was surprisingly speechless.

She pointed in that direction. “If you can spend so much of your thoughts on insignificant people, why

can’t you spend them on your work instead?”

”Insignificant people?” Jacob’s face was a little pale.