"What are you talking about?" Victoria couldn't help but grit her teeth, "When was such a clause added, I've never seen it."
"Whether Miss Talkington has seen it or not, we certainly don't know," the insurance agent shrugged, "all we know is your company signed this contract, acknowledging its legal effectiveness. So, there is no need for us to reimburse for the stolen paintings in this exhibition."
Victoria was about to confront the insurance agent: "If there really is such a clause, why didn't you mention it when we were in your office? Why bring it up now? What are you up to?"
The morning at the Foundation.
These insurance agents were so timid and cautious that they never mentioned this contract when they were dealing with enquiries from Victoria and Hank Clegg.
But now, they suddenly sprung this ambush on Victoria, who finally realized that something was amiss.
"You've finally realized," Hank Clegg whispered into her ear, "they're all in on this."
