"What?" Evelyn Crawford was shocked, "You called me here just to send me away?"
Evelyn Crawford suddenly sat up, her legs instinctively spread like a man's as she angrily propped her hands on her knees, glaring at Jasper Bollock.
She had been busy by herself, foolishly happy for so long, and he had called her only to send her away? Not to, you know, do that thing with her?
Has he got it all wrong!?
Jasper Bollock quickly turned his face away, saying sternly, "If you don't have the sitting posture of a lady, don't wear a dress in front of me!"
She was completely unaware that her underwear was showing.
Evelyn Crawford paused for a moment, suddenly recalling Stella's words. She quickly closed her legs and leaned elegantly against the sofa.
She cleared her throat, feigning a delicate tone, "How come those killers have been quiet? I've run into them these last few days, and if I hadn't been so quick, I wouldn't have made it back alive."
