Even though he was surprised, Adele’s call was not worth fussing over.
Jasper answered the call as he sat in the shop.
“Mr. Laine, I know you’re still awake. Let me guess, you must be celebrating with your team right now, correct?”
On the phone, Adele’s cheerful and naturally charming voice could be heard.
Simply put, it was very feminine.
“A celebration at five o‘clock in the morning? My old bones can’t do this anymore. Where would I get such energy?”
Jasper took a bite of the hotdog, feeling the satisfaction of tasting the sausage between his teeth.
Everything was conscientious in this time and age. Unlike those hotdogs he ate in the later generations, which were only buns and no meat.
“There is no celebration, but if you want to eat hotdogs, I can treat you to some. Where are you?”
As Jasper said this, he did not even think that he bought these hotdogs on credit.
There was a chuckle on the other end of the phone, Adele said, “I don’t think I have the luck to eat hotdogs. I’m at Swallow Capital now.”
The mere mention of that place made Jasper raise his brows as he drank his soy latte. Jasper smiled and said, “Swallow Capital? And you’re calling me so early, so I presume you didn’t call just to say good morning.”
“Of course. I am looking to do business with you.” Adele’s words interested Jasper.
From the previous understanding, Jasper knew that Adele only did one kind of business, which ordinary people would never encounter throughout their entire lifetime. Anyone who could had access to such a thing had to be at least in the top five positions at the provincial level in their respective industry.
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