After writing, Amelia grabbed the wooden box and walked out the door.
As for her handwriting, it was terrible—she didn’t care whether the recipient could read it or not.
Sister Wan’s approach was all about surface etiquette.
As for Young Master Jenkins… sending a gift, making it seem like he had discovered her.
Amelia thought to herself that she would need to avoid this person in the future. But that pen was nice, studded with diamonds.
Cultural people, after all, were all about money!
Unbeknownst to Carl, his actions had backfired.
As soon as Amelia left, he entered, having watched the surveillance footage all afternoon. His handsome face now showed signs of fatigue.
"Young Master," the bodyguard in black stepped forward, "Miss Cromwell only took the the Heart Herb, nothing e
