The man furrowed his brows slightly, his eyes were filled with ripples, lazily lowering his eyelids, and said something to the person next to him.
Soon, the car window was rolled up.
But she still saw it.
"What's wrong?" Joshua Thompson saw her staring blankly, flicking the ash off his cigarette with narrowed eyes, and asking.
He looked in the direction of her gaze, only seeing the rearview of a black car.
"Nothing." Her long eyelashes covered the ripples in her eyes, and her long-silent heart pounded once more.
"You guys go first, I want to talk to Michael Gallagher's assistant for a while."
Her emotions were fluctuating dramatically, and her voice trembled.
"Let's go together." Joshua Thompson looked at Damian Thompson, "Brother, you take Mom back."
With Joshua Thompson's company, the other Thompson family members felt much more at ease and obediently left.
