Chapter 1788

Clinton simply waved at Matthew and signaled him to calm down. He turned to Elsie. "A friend of mine had a meeting set up with Mr. Nowell. I don't know what's going on, but he's only just getting back. I need to ask him what's up. This is way out of line." Elsie said with a worried look, "Mr. Nowell's got a short temper. You shouldn't get on his bad side." Just then, Presley opened the door and walked inside. When he spotted Clinton and Matthew, he was stunned for a moment. "Who are you?" Matthew thought to himself, "Presley is finally here. What is Clinton going to say?" Clinton's expression darkened. "This isn't how you do things, Mr. Nowell. I've been waiting for ten minutes. My time's valuable. I'm meeting Mr. Griffith, Mr. Pacheco, and Mr. Cross later. My schedule is packed." Matthew was dumbstruck by Clinton's words. After all, his response had nothing to do with what Presley had asked. Plus, Clinton's attitude was more firm than Presley's. It sounded like he was pointing