"Did he really say that?"
In the Presidential Suite, Beau lowered his gaze and looked at the document in his hand. His tone was unhurried.
Owen nodded repeatedly.
"I didn't expect that this Yahya would be so sensible as to speak for you and Eliza."
Beau sneered. "He's speaking for us? He's obviously afraid of getting into trouble again!"
He was so bold that he dared to provoke Eliza and slander her. Beau didn't know what was on Yahya's mind.
Owen poked a piece of watermelon with a fork and asked Beau, "Do we still have to carry out the plan after that? I think this man is very sensible. After losing his pride, he's not thinking to take revenge."
However, Beau's face darkened. "Isn't it too easy for him if we let him go like this?"
How dare he lay his hand on Eliza and frame her? How kind would such a person be?
