Matthew James hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Was it orchestrated by someone?"
He didn't dare to look into Rae Bennett's eyes and nodded again.
Step by step, Rae Bennett dug deeper, her voice growing tighter and tighter, "Was it someone from the Bennett family?"
Matthew continued to nod.
"Was it Linda Roberts?"
This time he hesitated again, first shaking his head, then hurriedly nodding.
Rae Bennett's patience had worn thin, her tone indifferent as if discussing trivial matters, "Do you still want your hand?"
Matthew suddenly raised his head, repeatedly saying he wanted to keep it, and no longer dared to hesitate, "It was the chairman's idea, the chairman asked me to find the right person. Linda Roberts secretly gave me some money behind the chairman's back, and recommended a desperado named Cyril Atkins to me."
