Noel glanced at Beigong Ling, who stood behind Jonas. For some reason, a faint sense of familiarity stirred within her, but she quickly suppressed it and turned to Jonas, saying:
"I don't think the conversation we're about to have is suitable for other people to hear."
"There's nothing unsuitable about it, and I don't consider her an outsider."
As Jonas spoke, he shifted his gaze to the Infrared Surveillance behind her and said:
"And if you really think it's unsuitable, shouldn't you turn off these surveillance devices first, Miss Noel?"
Hearing Jonas say, "I don't consider her an outsider," stirred an unfamiliar feeling in Beigong Ling's heart.
But her expression soon returned to normal, and she began studying the woman before her closely.
The calves exposed beneath her skirt showed no signs of excessive wasting, which raised a few doubts in Beigong Ling's mind.
The legs of someone who spent a long time in a wheelchair shouldn't look like that. Either the woman was pretending to need a wheelchair, or she was hiding a secret they knew nothing about.
Beigong Ling's instincts leaned toward the latter, so she began watching their surroundings more warily, ready in case the woman suddenly turned hostile.
"It seems neither of us can convince the other."
Noel shook her head, then shifted her gaze to Beigong Ling, only to look away again almost immediately, as though deliberately ignoring her.
"Let's start with what bargaining chips you can offer, Mr. Jonas."
In truth, Noel had noticed something from the moment they entered.
The person accompanying Jonas Wetting wasn't Esnie, but a new employee whose strength was on par with hers.
Finding someone as talented as Esnie was extremely difficult. Besides, knowing perfectly well that this meeting was a trap, Jonas would never pass up any