Mason Moore looked at her with a poker face, clearly furiously angry yet his words did not dare to be disrespectful, "Ms. Foster, what exactly do you want?"
"What kind of question is that? What can I do?" Amelia said softly and languidly, "We live in a society governed by law, and even if I want to stand up for Ava Summers and am furious about it, I can't have you drawn and quartered and thrown into the sea to feed the fish, can I?"
Zachary Shane, "..."
Mason Moore, "..."
He closed his eyes briefly and then changed his way of questioning, "So what do you want me to do?"
"That's better." In her rush to leave this morning, all she found in the shoe cabinet at the door were high heels, so she just put on a pair and left.
