Pace had good hearing, so he overheard David's mutter.
"Overestimated? You can't be THAT confident." Pace looked in the distance. "You'd better not let me look down on you, Liam Claus."
Soon, only David and Amber were left on the scene.
David darted at her, impressed by her calmness.
"Ms. Laurel, now I believe you are Wilson Laurel's daughter."
Amber looked at him. "Do you know my father?"
"Sort of." David went straight to the point, "You should know why I've kept you stay, right? Do I need to explain?"
"Nope." Amber also replied bluntly, "Mr. White, you want to survive. So do I."
Her words stiffened David's hypocritical smile.
"Ms. Laurel, you can make it more euphemistic sometimes."
"That's not my style."
David heaved a sigh. Amber and Emma were utterly different. However, he
