In the bustling city, Vivian looked at the bodyguards surrounding them and asked Henry Wood in a low voice, "Why are you doing this?"
"For a promise," Henry touched the blood on the corner of his lips.
His lips carried a cold, bitter smile.
"That's Christopher Robinson's woman. By doing this, you're undoubtedly digging your own grave. If you weren't part of the Wood family, you would have died countless times because of this," Vivian said softly, chastising him.
Henry didn't try to defend himself. He took a voice recorder from his pocket and handed it to her, "One last time, help me deliver this to Amelia."
Vivian hesitated to take the voice recorder, fearing something bad might happen.
She had a vague feeling that Christopher knew something, but he was too busy with wedding matters to find her.
"What's this?"
"A secret file she needs to know."
Vivian looked at him, "You should know that if this thing poses a threat to President Robinson, I won't be able to save you."
