Chapter 1212

Chapter 1212Chapter 1212 Sloan and Yosef
“Do you know what Panda Adieu signifies in the international computing world? It's one of the top ten
most elusive Trojan horse viruses.”
“Would Lucas be with Ashlyn if she were a simpleton?”
“You! You! You're driving me crazy!”
The more Herald thought about it, the angrier he became. His rage intensified with every passing
moment.
He originally intended to apply the new energy system to the military. After all, he was the minister of
the Department of Defense.
Now things have gone south. I have to swallow my pride to go and sweet-talk them to build
connections with them.
He was filled with regret. In the past, his relationship with Leroy was very well maintained. But now, it
was all ruined by Sloan.
How much he wanted to suppress Lucas then was equal to how much his pride hurt, and that was how
agitated his heart felt.
Sloan heard Herald's scathing rebuke. it was as relentless and fierce as a tidal barrage of machine
guns. When he realized his power was not as big as others, he could only play the subordinate role, and let
criticisms go in one ear and out the other.
However, he still had to put up a show and say softly. “Mr. Cook, I'm sorry. I acted impulsively and did
what I did.”
“Is an apology useful? If apologies worked, why would we need the police?” Herald glared at him
irritably, “Get lost, and out of my sight now!”
It's annoying just looking at him.
Sloan quickly turned around and left. It was only after he entered the elevator that he remembered why
he was looking for Herald... to apologize and admit his mistakes.
However, when he thought about Herald's attitude towards him just now, he felt that if he were to tell
him the truth, Herald would probably kill him on the spot.
He felt rather lucky. How could Lucas be so incredible? Could he really uncover the truth?
Moreover, he had enlisted the help of a computer expert who had completely wiped out all the
surveillance data.
Upon reflection, he felt that his idea of turning himself in was utterly ridiculous.
What he didn't know was that he had just entered an elevator, while another elevator next to it had
stopped on this floor. Then, two men stepped out from it. The men were tall and upright, their leanbodies wrapped in black suits, looking extremely sharp.
The two men arrived at Herald's office, one after the other.
Upon seeing Lucas, Herald's face stiffened momentarily, before he managed to force a rigid smile. “Mr.
Nolan, I apologize for not greeting you sooner. Please, have a seat.”
Lucas looked at him lazily, his sharp eyes slightly squinted, exuding an aura of nobility from head to
toe.
Then he nonchalantly settled onto the sofa, a hint of coldness seeped from the corners of his eyes. It
was enough to make one shudder.
“Mr. Cook, please get Mr. Lacey and his brother-in-law, Yosef.”
It was a casual remark, yet it hit Herald's heart like a sledgehammer.
It hit him so hard that he almost felt his chest tighten up.
At this very moment, Yosef was feeling quite pleased with himself.
Sloan had asked him for a big favor and even gave him a reward of one million. He happened to feel
irritated due to the sense of frustration and displeasure he felt towards Yuri.
He rose to his feet, clutching the bank card that held a million, and walked out.
Then he headed straight to the garage. He fired up his Ferrari and drove towards a club. At this time, it was broad daylight, and the club was usually not open. But that didn't matter, as 'money
makes the world go round'.
What I want is this feeling as if I've booked the whole place to myself.
As long as I have money, wouldn't I be able to find a girl to keep me company?
He needed to let off some steam and got a few beautiful women to have a good time with.
The car pulled up directly in front of the club. As soon as the madam saw him, she squinted her eyes
and laughed. “Mr. Guzman, please come in. Gloria, Paula, and the others are all waiting for you!”
Yosef revealed a lecherous grin. “Alright then!”
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on the sofa, scantily clad and fashionably dressed, waiting for him.
The madam hurriedly said, “Mr. Guzman has arrived. Make sure you serve him well. Understand?”