Anyway, there was only one living person around him, so he wasn't so afraid of Ben Clinton anymore. He switched back to chatty mode: "We might as well go in and have a look."
"You can't go in," Ben Clinton replied.
"Why not?"
"If you keep yammering on like this, I'll go back and suggest to Mr. Cobb that he fire you. I can handle this matter alone anyway."
John Brown:......
On July 7th of the tenth year, Amelia Cobb was on the way to the City West Intercontinental Hotel.
"It seems that this time they invited Yvonne Jones and her people," Betty Harrison looked at her phone and told Amelia Cobb.
"I figured," Amelia Cobb responded absentmindedly.
After all, in the eyes of those people, she was still a newcomer.
"What if there's a direct confrontation later?"
"What's there to be afraid of?" Amelia Cobb didn't even lift her head.
Lowering her head for an instant, the strands of hair moved slightly. Betty Harrison stared at the traces on Amelia Cobb's neck and paused.
