Faced with Clayton’s courteous inquiry, Mitchell nodded and said politely, “Please wait a moment…”

Then, Mitchell knocked on Eric’s office door and went in.

Eric’s expression was cold and solemn as he stared at the screen, listening to the report the person on the other side was giving.

Eric was very unhappy that he was disturbed.

His eyes coldly swept over Mitchell.

Mitchell pursed his lips at the cold air around him and mouthed a name. “Clayton Sloan.”

In an instant, Eric’s pupils shrank.

Eric simply spoke in French and ended the video conference before shutting down his computer.

“Speak.”

Mitchell sighed in relief. “Mr. Sloan is here. He asked if you were available.”

If it were someone else, Mitchell would have probably let them wait until Eric finished the meeting.

However, Clayton was different. This method did not work on him. If they made Clayton wait for just a minute, he might find an excuse and leave.

Eric’s eyes were cold and dark.

He reached out for the cigaret