Amelia Cobb wouldn't say any flattering words to Christopher Robinson anymore. This man, experienced in the business world, has heard all kinds of words before.
The more she said, the more she felt like humiliating herself.
And extolling a man who was blind? Forget it, might give him a heart attack.
Through the rearview mirror, Isaac Fenton glanced at Mr. Robinson, thinking that this Miss Amelia was really daring in her words.
No matter what she said, the words would always come out with a different twist.
That day, the capital's streets were brightly lit.
Christopher Robinson sat in the back seat, calmly unscrewing a bottle of water and taking a sip.
"You said last time that you gave half a million to that pimp, but she had it returned."
Amelia: ...…
She couldn't understand why such money would be returned if sent out.
Somehow, she felt like there was something she didn't know about going on.
When her doubts were overwhelmed, she chose to inquire.
"Who sent it?"
