Mia couldn't help but ask, "Christopher, you and Mr. Wells..."
Christopher chuckled, "Oh, he's just a friend."
Without giving Mia a chance to ask more, he added, "It's getting late, and I've got a ton of work to finish today. I should get going."
Christopher stood up, turned, and walked out of the hall.
In the car, feeling a bit uneasy, Christopher sent Mia a text message: "Keep a tight grip on your shares, no matter what the old lady says. You're free now, and the Walker Family is yours to command."
Mia saw Christopher's text and replied almost without thinking, "I understand."
Over the past day, Mia had finally seen through the facade of her so-called relatives.
For the sake of so-called benefits, they sacrificed themselves to please others. Mia wasn't about to play the martyr; sh
