Chapter 757: Only a Simple Draft Version_1

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After quickly weighing the pros and cons, he lifted his head as if he had made up his mind, his gaze settling heavily on Nathalie Quinlan, "But Ms. Quinlan, you don't know the content of the presentation… With such short notice, even if you can deal with the Trojan virus, you don't have a speech prepared..."

Nathalie Quinlan had no idea what to say on stage, had never made a PPT, and was clueless about the procedure, how to proceed.

Today, the girl wasn't wearing her duckbill cap, her facial features so delicate and bright they were strikingly eye-catching.

At his words, she simply lifted her eyes calmly, her beautiful black pupils locked on his, their gaze meeting in a way that somehow reassured.

"Is there a manuscript?"

Wallace Radcliff's breathing hitched, and as he came back to his senses, his brows furrowed so tight they could have killed a fly, "There is one, but it's not complete, I only have a simple draft."