But kindness doesn't mean there are no hidden daggers.
For example, Sandra Smith could sense the underlying meaning in Antony Brown's seemingly reasonable request.
Seeing Sandra standing still, Saxon Garcia raised his eyebrows, "Secretary Carter, am I right?"
"You are, Mr. Garcia," at the table, apart from Antony Brown, the only people who could speak at night were Christopher Robinson and Saxon Garcia.
It wouldn't make sense for her to refuse Christopher and then refuse Saxon as well.
Sandra put down the bottle in her hand, picked up the wine glass, and smiled faintly at Christopher: "President Robinson, let me toast to you."
"You're toasting me with beer, Secretary Carter?" Christopher's handsome, smiling face looked at Sandra.
But the twist at his heart was obviously intended for Antony Brown.
Sandra glanced at the glass in front of Christopher, understood, and poured some white wine into another glass: "President Robinson."
