The atmosphere grew tense again.
Jasper Shaw's eyes darkened, his gaze on Ian Winters sharp enough to kill.
Finally, Jasper Shaw said in a deep voice, "This had better be important."
Ian Winters, on the verge of tears, said tremblingly, "Boss, the workers downstairs are asking where to put the materials."
The materials Chloe Sinclair had asked Jasper Shaw to prepare were enough for a small maglev train; the sheer volume was immense.
The first batch alone had taken twelve full trucks to transport.
Hearing Ian Winters, Chloe Sinclair smacked her forehead in frustration.
"I forgot there's no more room for the materials in the lab."
Jasper Shaw glanced down at the girl and said dryly, "The land outside the lab is all mine. If you need it, I'll have someone build a warehouse for you."
Chloe Sinclair's eyes lit up. "That would be perfect."
After a pause, she looked up and asked, "How much land is it, exactly?"
