Eulalia said:
"I think this topic is not appropriate to discuss in public, we should find a place to have a good discussion."
Hewitt smiled and said:
"Do you suspect me of killing Abbas?"
Eulalia shook her head and said:
"No, on the contrary, I suspect that someone is maliciously slandering you, and I want to clear your name."
Hewitt curiously asked:
"Why do you want to help me? Don't you like Veronica?"
Eulalia's voice suddenly became low:
"Please be careful with your words, don't question my feelings for Veronica, Mr. Hewitt, I sincerely hope this kind of thing just happens once."
It was clear that the young lady was serious, which made Hewitt even more curious, because the Veronica admirers he had met before would not be so polite, they showed strong hostility towards him like they were under a spell.
"If you also like Veronica, then why do you want to help me?"
Eulalia's answer made Hewitt feel like he was back in the era eight hundred years ago.
