Doted on “You bet.”
Gloria pursed her lips and looked down at the contract without further ado.
There were a dozen pages in total, jammed full of text.She skimmed it through in less than ten minutes.
Impressed by her speed of flipping the pages, Jonathan cocked his brows,
She put the contract down and stated with ease, “There are three loopholes.”
His eyes narrowed. “Three?”
“Yeah.”
He squinted at the woman and waited for her to continue.
This contract, drafted by the elites of the legal team, contained three loopholes.
He attached great importance to this project and had strict requirements for the contract.
He brought it to Gloria, just in case.
And there was another reason.
If he didn’t find her something to do, she would get bored of him. If he came with work, she would
accept his visit.
The loopholes were beyond all expectations.
But the contract had been done with meticulousness.
He rejoiced that Gloria was not an enemy. Her professionalism was her weapon, with which, she could
push companies into crises, demand compensations, prove infringement of projects, and find the tiniest
loopholes.
With mixed feelings, he looked at her and said, “How miserable would I be if I were your enemy!”
A smile tugged at her mouth, but she said nothing.
With interest, he continued, “Would I end up like Jordy? Losing 20 billion dollars?”
Ignoring his joke, she took out a pen from the drawer, drew several circles on the paper, and added
some annotations.
“Take it back to your people. They’ll know how to modify it.”
In fact, she could do that for him but needed to avoid suspicion. After all, that would require his
absolute trust, which was impossible.
If it were Nydia, Gloria would do the modification for her. When it came to Jonathan, she would not.
He had no intention of asking her for help with that. After all, he came here to see her rather than
trouble her. The contract was just an excuse, and the discovery was serendipitous.
He didn’t want to add to the burden of someone he liked. She should be doted on.
“Okay, thank you for your help.” He took the contract.
She put the pen back, looked at him, and asked in a casual way, “Are the drafters of this contract
trustworthy?”
That made him turn serious. “Why do you ask?”
Since she said so, there should be a problem.
His eyes were fixed on her as he waited for her explanation.
After a moment of hesitation, she said in a soft voice, “I’m not quite sure, but there is something fishy.
Although the loopholes are hard to detect, those are elites in your company. It’s understandable that
they made one mistake. It’s suspicious that they made three.”
Noticing the chill in his eyes, she added, “It’s just my speculation. It could be the result of an oversight
and a lack of thorough review. Observe when you go back.”
Jonathan curled his lips. “I’ll have it checked, thanks.”
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