Walker Grant asked casually, "I can’t drink it?"
Fiona Linton’s tone was extremely serious. "Absolutely not! The toxins are concentrated in your eyes, and any kind of stimulant could affect them. If that triggers an adverse reaction, all my previous work will be for nothing, and you might never see again!"
At her words, everyone in the room grew solemn.
Nathaniel Monroe quickly chimed in, "Then you better not drink it, Walker. For the sake of seeing Chloe again, you have to resist."
Walker Grant: "..."
’This idiot...’
’Couldn’t he tell I was just making an excuse to send Chloe away?’
He sighed inwardly but still agreed. "Fine, I get it."
Fiona Linton turned to Chloe Reed with a small smile. "Chloe, don’t worry. If you’re unsure about anything from now on, just ask me. I won’t be far, and you can always text me."
"Mm."
Chloe Reed nodded.
’Thank goodness I went to find Fiona Linton instead of going straight to buy the coffee.’
She breathed an inward sigh of relief. As she glanced at Walker Grant, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.
’Was he really just talking about work earlier?’
’He mentioned ’overseas’... Did he find Iris?’
Chloe Reed took out her phone and typed, "Do you have any news about Iris Yates and William Quinn?"
"No."
Walker Grant shook his head.
Fiona Linton looked at them, her tone exceptionally grave. "Let me give you some advice: it’s best to have nothing to do with a person like that. Otherwise, you won’t even know when you’ve become his next target."
She paused, then asked as if she’d just connected the dots, "By the way, who is the Iris Yates you mentioned earlier?"
Chloe Reed closed her eyes briefly, then typed, "She’s my friend. She was taken by William Quinn."
Fiona Linton’s eyes widened in shock as she covered her mouth. "Your friend... how did she provoke him? He’s a genuine madman..."
Some things, she didn’t dare say so bluntly.
’There was no telling if Chloe’s friend was even still alive...’
Chloe Reed lowered her gaze, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation.
Nathaniel Monroe suddenly spun around and stormed off, practically radiating a towering rage. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"The hell? What’s his problem?" Fiona Linton asked, bewildered.

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