Amelia Sanchez finally nodded in relief.
She trusted things to Albert Brown.
However, she was really doubtful about this man's motives - why was he targeting her? And how could he be so powerful that even her Master needed to be cautious?
In silence, Amelia's heart was filled with worries.
At night, neither Amelia nor Albert could sleep well on the bed. They always felt that a huge conspiracy was slowly unfolding behind them, even before they noticed it.
Amelia looked back at Albert and snuggled into his arms for warmth. Then she took a deep breath in her heart.
She hoped that this matter wouldn't involve him.
The next day, when she woke up in the morning, it was already 9:30. Amelia thought that the hangover guys should have woken up, so she called Emily Miller.
At this moment, Emily was still groggy: "Hello? Who is it?"
Amelia couldn't help but laugh: "Did you sleep so much that you don't even recognize me now?"
