Carl’s gaze lingered outside the top floor of the Chamber of Commerce building for a moment before he finally smiled with a hint of meaning: "I do indeed know Miss Cromwell."
In that instant, Amelia narrowed her eyes, her aura turning somewhat dangerous.
She was wondering just how much Mr. Jenkins had found out about her and whether she needed to go meet him in person to have a talk.
After a while, she heard the man on the other end of the line rise, the sound of fabric brushing as he moved. Then, it seemed like he lit something, probably a cigarette, as his voice came slowly, without rush: "You saved Yin Si. I was in the car at the time. He insisted on meeting Miss Cromwell, and I took him back to Jing's. He was in poor health, and I’ve always hoped I could find an opportunity t
