"Mr. Lindsey, you flatter me, I'm simply doing my job."
Dilbert Walker responded without a blush or a hitch in his heartbeat, "Ms. Bardot has not completely yielded to Ren Jefferson Group's manipulation, proving her ability to distinguish right from wrong. She is a thoughtful woman."
"Such high praise?"
Arthur Lindsey elegantly crossed his long legs, curved his lips, smiled arrogantly, "I'll be leaving her care in your hands."
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Upstairs, Ella Lacey asked a server to unlock Yolanda Bardot's room and stepped in softly.
Yolanda was still sleeping, having not yet awakened.
After a night of heavy drinking, she kicked her quilt restlessly in her sleep as if irritated.
"Ah..."
Ella sighed lightly, went to the bathroom, twisted a warm damp towel, walked back to her bedside, sat down, and folded the towel into a little block which she placed evenly on Yolanda's forehead.
Then she gave her some sobering tea to drink slowly.
When she was done,
