Chapter 94 Ms. White Wants to See Her

Hannah's eyes flashed. "You must be joking, Mr. Lambert." Christopher sized up Carlos for a brief second. "How about having Ms. Shaw transferred to my office? I can send Joe over to you." Shock crossed Hannah's face but she didn't dare to speak. Meanwhile, Joe sneezed again in the president's office. Carlos' expression darkened. Then, he agreed as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. "Alright. That should be fine." Christopher let out a soft chuckle and languidly exhaled a smoke ring. "I'm worried you'd be reluctant to part with her, Uncle Carlos. I won't take away someone you hold dear." … Once the door closed, Carlos sank into the leather chair behind his desk, his expression grim. Hannah stood by his side to pour him a cup of tea. "Do you think Mr. Lambert has figured something out, Mr. Leishman?" "My nephew is a meticulous man." Carlos pondered a mere two seconds before asking, "Did he get rid of the wiretap?" "Yes," Hannah answered in a hushed tone. "It seems Mr. La