Amelia took a deep breath, her face showing a look of determination, "In this age, you have to pay a price to succeed. Plus, my grandmother has been nagging me every day to hurry up and find a man to marry. My ears are filled with calluses. If it really doesn't work, let's just make do with the President of Neptune."
Benjamin Parker, "…"
Your standards for settling are really quite high.
"Oh right, is he married? If he has a wife, then forget it. I'm not going to be a homewrecker."
Benjamin Parker, "… Ms. Foster, is your tranquilizer imported?"
It feels like she's talking in her sleep, the cold and aloof female boss suddenly turned into a gold digger with a worldly taste…
This art style is really quite shocking.
Amelia didn't understand why he asked, "Why do you ask?"
Benjamin Parker told the truth, "Because I feel like you're not very sober right now."
