Samuel Johnson slowly raised his hand, and his fingers touched the necklace he had given her yesterday. He removed the heart-shaped pendant and, in front of Amanda Smith, took a black tracker the size of half a rice grain from the back of the amethyst.
Amanda Smith's eyes gradually widened as she stared at the small black device on the tip of Samuel's finger. After a long moment, she let out a bitter laugh. "So that's how it is... you've been lying to me all along."
Talking about gifts, talking about liking her, how could she be so foolish to almost believe his lies.
Every move this man made was calculated; she didn't understand what he really wanted to do. The only thing she could do now was to guard her own heart.
She mustn't believe a single word this man says, mustn't believe any of his expressions. How could she forget that the Johnson family's members were best at acting?
