When Davis saw Nolan come over, he was puzzled.
'Isn't him the right-hand man of Mr. James?'
The Marshall's Group had always wanted to find a chance to have continuous cooperation with the SA Group. But every time the contract was handed over, it was called back by its president. Davis rolled his eyes and went forward to greet Nolan.
"Mr. Nolan, why are you here?"
Nolan raised the gold-rimmed eyes on the bridge of his nose and smiled politely.
"Mr. James is in some trouble. I need to deal with it."
When Davis heard that Mr. James was in trouble, his eyes lit up, guessing that his chance had come.
"I know someone in the police station. Can I help?"
Nolan sneered in his heart, 'The person who made trouble for Mr. James was your wife.' But in the end, he said nothing and still smiled politely.
Davis could not guess his thoughts and did not get his answer. He also followed Nolan to see the situation.
"Mr. James, I've already gotten it." Nolan said.