Amelia could now be sure that he was still tipsy, as his breath was heavy with the faint smell of alcohol, accompanied by his ridiculous and inappropriate words.
Amelia took a step back, looking at him calmly, her voice even and indifferent, "There are indeed trade secrets in my bag, so please tell me where it is?"
Daniel Cooper's hair-drying motion paused, then he casually tossed the towel onto the single sofa beside him, and lowered his eyes to look at her, "There are really trade secrets?"
His lips curved up slowly, and he laughed leisurely while his long legs took a step towards her, "Now I'm a little curious, what exactly is this trade secret you're talking about?"
