Almost half an hour had passed when Leon finally called back.

Rosalie got on the phone almost as soon as the phone lit up and asked urgently, “How is it, Senior?”

Leon’s voice sounded a little dignified. “The conversation was going well but as soon as I mentioned your research institute, the other party’s attitude took a 180-degree turn.”

Hearing this, the look in Rosalie’s eyes darkened as the corners of her lips pulled into a bitter arc. “I understand. Sorry for troubling you. You don’t have to get involved in this matter again. I’ll figure out a way myself.”

She was afraid that if Leon helped her again, the other party would sense something fishy and target him along with her.

After she spoke, she heard Leon ask all of a sudden, “What’s going on between you and President Lawrence? He did this, right?”

Rosalie could not help but be stunned.

Byron? What reasons did he have to do this?

Besides, where did Leon get this conclusion?

The thought of that question had Rosal