Chapter 161: Boss Locke in a Fiery Rage

Claire Hughes hesitated for a moment: "I want to let you know, just afraid Boss Locke might not be pleased."

Nora Hart was about to ask what, when the elevator door opened, and Claire Hughes took her down from the ninth floor: "The poor resent the rich, the rich resent the officials, the officials resent the privileged."

"Andrew Locke being able to have leaders set up an invitation must mean he's no ordinary person, but some things can't be said by me," Claire Hughes took her, standing at a stairwell, pointing upwards.

"Tenth floor."

"That hidden?"

Claire Hughes again lit up her phone to check the time: "Wait here for me, I need to go down."

"Just me?"

"Looks like it," Claire Hughes nodded solemnly.

Nora Hart watched her turn around and disappear into the corridor, her gaze sweeping the surroundings, finding a not too conspicuous place to sit down.

She took out her phone and scrolled through Weibo, saw no trending topics.