Amelia Garcia: "..."
"Snow Fitch is really capable, I underestimated him."
"..."
"So, you're insisting that I won't find evidence? Is that why you're denying everything?"
Amelia still said the same thing: "You've got the wrong person."
Their gazes met, and she stood poised, neither servile nor overbearing.
This time, Christopher Hart suddenly found himself at a loss.
He stared at her for a long while, nodding repeatedly in frustration.
"Fine, I got the wrong person, you can go." He suddenly withdrew his hand from the side of her face, stepped back, and let her legs down, making room for her.
"???" Amelia was confused.
Was he really letting her go?
It couldn't be like last time at the Imperial Garden Villa, could it? Saying "you can go" and then creating massive obstacles the next second.
Suspiciously eying the man again, she tentatively shifted to the side, her back pressed against the wall.