Was I Reincarnated From a Beggar in My Past Life?!

Cynthia lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, the smile on her lips unchanged. "Sorry, I'm not interested, and I don't have the time."

After speaking, she turned and walked away.

Watching her retreating figure, Daniel, still unwilling to accept it, shouted loudly, "Are you really not interested, or are you just worried that you know too much?"

Cynthia's steps faltered slightly, and she turned to look at him. "Didn't Mr. Ford say that 'the later the interesting things are revealed, the more interesting they are'? Why is it that now you can't keep your calm?"

Her tone was light and casual, and every word carried an unmistakable mockery and sarcasm.

But Daniel had no time to care about her tone now; he just wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.

As long as he wasn't expelled from the country, there would still be a chance for him to turn things around.