A moment later, the door was opened from the inside, and in the dazzling white sunlight, she saw a man's muscular arm and half of his tall and robust body through the door.
He held the door handle with one hand and put the other in his suit pants pocket, frowning at her and asking emotionlessly, "Ms. Foster, what's up?"
Amelia threw the things in her hand directly at his face and cursed for the first time in her life, "Daniel Cooper, don't you fucking play dumb with me!"
The man lowered his eyes to look at the paper on the ground, and then slammed the door shut.
Amelia was about to rush in when he suddenly closed the door. Her nose was hit right away, and blood flowed out quickly.
She gritted her teeth in anger, covering her nose and knocking on the door again.
There was no sound inside.
As the blood streamed down her nose like a small creek, staining her shirt and her hand, she stubbornly refused to leave and kept knocking.
