Mr. Hart, already immune to women's poisonous tongues, simply glanced at her silently, out of steam.
Before, it was he who had a sharp tongue.
Now the tables had turned, and no matter how humbly or subserviently he acted, he could not elicit a single kind word from her.
She wouldn't rest until she had criticized and taunted him to death.
Upon entering the elevator, Christopher Hart saw that she hadn't given a statement and had to ask again, "Have you made up your mind? After dinner, pack your stuff and come with me."
"No need," Amelia Garcia rejected without a second thought.
She had no intention of getting back together, so she absolutely couldn't return to his territory, or it would be even harder to disentangle herself later on.
Hearing her rejection, Christopher Hart's face darkened abruptly, but before he could speak, Amelia Garcia took the initiative, "You've already assigned people to follow us, right? If you're really worried, you can send more."