Chapter 1211
"Mr. Johnston, we've found a clue. Henry was seen in Roca Este, and we're currently tracing his whereabouts."
"Good. Don't startle him, and be sure to bring him back right after you've found him," Jared ordered.
"Yes, sir."
Max immediately ran up to Jared when he saw him walking to the lobby.’ Mr. Johnston."
"Take me home." Jared glanced back at the room with the suffocating presence and decided not to return.
Besides, there was a vixen waiting for him in there.
"Yes, sir." Max did not dally and drove Jared back to his mansion.
Fiorella waited in the room for a long time, but Jared was nowhere to be seen. After some time, she walked out to look for Jared
and stopped a staff who was passing by. "Have you seen Mr. Johnston?”
"He went to the lobby moments ago.”
Fiorella made a beeline for the lobby. She thought Jared had gone to answer the call in the lobby because the room was too
noisy. However, even in the lobby, he was still nowhere to be seen.
Fiorella went to the receptionist and asked, "Have you seen Mr. Johnston?"
"He left shortly after answering a call," the receptionist relayed.
Fiorella stomped her foot on the ground. ‘What sort of twisted coincidence is this? Why did that person call right when we were
about to dance?!"
"Keep the wine in the room. I'm leaving now," Fiorella ordered the receptionists.
"Sure. Goodbye, Miss Fisher."
In the car, Max looked at Jared in the rear-view mirror and asked, Mr. Johnston, Miss Fisher seems different today.”
"You noticed it too?" Jared turned to Max.
“It's painfully obvious.” Max said in an awkward tone of voice.
"You're not to tell Nicole a word about whatever that has happened tonight. If you do, you're fired,” Jared said in a deep voice.
Max took a solemn look and responded, "Yes, sir.”
Soon after, they arrived at mansion and Jared entered his house alone.
Jared went into his study and continued working after turning his computer on. It was then that he saw the picture of him and
Nicole on his desk, whereupon he picked it up to have a look before returning to his work.
Nicole was locked in a discussion with her team members in her office. Even after countless trials, they were still unable to
produce the 4-nanometre chip.
"Nicole, I think you should give up already. You can already manufacture the chips using the 5-nanometre technology, so why
must you use the 4- nanometre technology?" Harvey said, looking at the problem from a businessman's perspective, in which as
long as the chip was marketable and profitable, he would accept it, even if it was a 5-nanometre chip.
"You won't get it. If the 4-nanometre chip is a success, it'll bring US a lot of benefits,” Nicole explained as she looked at Harvey,
who looked as confused as ever.
"I understand where you're coming from, but we can't develop it now, can we? I think we can produce a batch of 5-nanometre
chips and sell them. As for the 4-nanometre chips, we can still take our time and research on it," Harvey reasoned to the best of
his abilities. He believed that Nicole would be able to produce the 4-nanometre chip in the near future, but they just did not have
the time now.
"I think Mr. Ellison is right. Why don't you join US and develop the chip together, Miss Riddle?" Ike appeared out of nowhere
upon overhearing Harvey's remark.
"When have the both of you become so united?" Nicole looked at them, her forehead creased.