Caroline, who was called cunning by Edwin, would never admit to such an evaluation. After all, the person in front of her was unfathomable. If she didn't maintain her vigilance, she could fall into a trap at any time.
Looking at how guarded she was, Edwin could only helplessly spread his hands. "Then at the very least, as someone who has helped you several times, it's not too much to ask you to add my contact information, right?"
Caroline felt a little innocent. "I don't think you've ever given me your contact."
So, even if she wanted to, she couldn't.
Edwin was a little surprised. "You've never opened it before?"
"Open what?" Caroline was confused. She thought for a while before she vaguely understood. She took out the white brocade bag from her bag and found a card inside. There was only a private number on it, and it was stated to be Edwin Anderson's.
