Sophia Jones glanced out of the corner of her eye, clearly feeling a change in Leonard Churchill's manner from the previous moment.
But she didn't say much.
She asked: "Would you like some tea?"
Leonard Churchill: "Thank you."
Sophia Jones poured the tea into the cup, the fragrant aroma wafting throughout the room.
At the same time, she casually struck up a conversation with him, asking, "I'm really curious, how did you know I could help you?"
Leonard Churchill chuckled: "Intuition."
He truly didn't know.
At least before his consciousness was sealed, he only knew that Sophia Jones was powerful.
But he didn't dare to assume just how powerful she really was.
His decisions that followed were all based on the judgments of "those guys".
It was a kind of intuition that was hard to describe, even he didn't quite understand it at the moment.
It was as if... influenced by Joker's Gambler of Misfortune.
