Chapter 137: President Hart Stands by the Tree Stump to Wait for the Rabbit

In the elevator, Benny Palmer looked at his friend's face, tried to hold back, but still couldn't.

"How did I advise you just now? She finally reached out to you, and you rebuffed her, not cherishing the opportunity—now you regret it, don't you?"

"Can you just shut your trap?!"

"Alright, alright, I'll shut up!" Benny nodded repeatedly, clamping his lips tightly.

Christopher Hart was indeed in a bad mood, even wishing he could find Amelia Garcia immediately to ask about the past in detail.

But thinking about his cold aloofness on the phone two hours ago, and the harsh words he had said about never meeting again—there was no way he could swallow his pride.

Back in the car, Benny raised the materials in his hand, raising an eyebrow at him, "Have you decided, are you really giving this to the police?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"