She is a CEO by George Chapman novel Chapter 782

Chapter 782 Have a big talk

If she was suddenly enlightened previously, now Esmae was really positive.

Having determined to do something about it, Esmae took a long look at her husband and daughter, turned back to her room, picked up her cell phone, and made a call.

At 2:30 p. m., after Chris had fallen asleep from his customary nap, Esmae dressed and left the room. Had Spencer been punctual, he would have been waiting for her in the cafe on the seventh floor of the hotel.

The coffee shop was simple but not luxurious, and the guests were well-dressed and polite, but Esmae saw a magnificent brute as soon as she entered.

Near the window, Spencer was sipping his coffee. It was April and spring was in full bloom. There had been a light rain last night, so the sun seemed to be particularly warm and mild today. How could he be in a bad mood? Especially after Esmae deigned to call him to negotiate a deal.

Esmae walked over to Spencer and looked him over before she could say a word.

Dressed in a dark blue striped suit, with neatly combed hair and a handsome face with a shallow smile, he looked like he was on a high!

The thought that Lucia and the baby were still missing, that all who cared about them could not sleep, and that he was so pleased with himself, enraged Esmae, and she said in a low voice,

"Spencer, you look like you're in a good mood."

Spencer looked over at Esmae's angry eyes, but he didn't care. He laughed,

"It's a nice day, so I'm in a good mood."

Esmae glanced askance at him, sat down across from him without being asked, and said coldly,

"Can Lucia see the weather now?"

"She's on vacation, so she'll get a better view," Spencer said quickly, in a voice that couldn't have been more disingenuous.

Esmae snorted and said, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

Spencer looked up and smiled.

"Ms. Wilson, don't you want a coffee?"

"Don't give me that," Esmae's voice grew louder. "Don't beat around the bush. Just make the offer."

"I was afraid you wouldn't," Spencer said with a smile.

"Do you know you're a big talker?" Esmae scoffed.

"Big talker?" Spencer repeated Esmae's words lightly. He leaned back in his seat lazily and said,

"I've had a few modest deals from you from time to time. It's not enough to send beggars away. When have I been a big talker?"

Esmae frowned. She didn't want to hear any more of Spencer's complaints or explain why she had been so wary of him.

"Conditions."