Manager Monroe dared not continue his thoughts. The person in question was someone he had brought here, and moreover, the little miracle doctor was the savior of the Cromwell family. He could not watch her bring about her own downfall!
"The little miracle doctor might not be very good at Chinese, and her choice of words might be a bit lacking, hehe... hehe..." Manager Monroe raised his head to look at Carl, his eyes pleading for mercy. "You wouldn't mind, would you?"
Carl, a man of few words, gave a faint, indifferent "Mm."
Amelia raised an eyebrow, confused. "Manager Monroe seems so nervous. Did I describe something wrong?"
"No problem," Carl suddenly smiled, a chilling, seductive smile that made it hard to know if it was a blessing or a curse. "Your description is quite accurate."
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