"Are you sure?" Upon hearing this, Walter Schmidt sneered and took a few steps forward, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the bright sunshine outside.
"What do you mean?" Elijah Schmidt was taken aback, not quite understanding what he meant.
Walter Schmidt chuckled, but his handsome face was as cold as ice, "Please, ask her yourself when I ever touched her!"
"Walter..." Elijah Schmidt was shocked, stunned for a full two minutes before he frowned and said, "You come back, the President's family is all at the marshal's residence, come back so we can clear things up!"
Walter Schmidt frowned, murmured a low acknowledgment, and then hung up the phone.
When he turned around, he saw Emma Benson already standing behind him, her stunningly beautiful face bearing a faint smile.
"You should go back," she said, having guessed it was his father on the phone.