Peter got off and knocked on Birch Maple's door.
"Mr. Reed? Why are you here so late?" Carrie was surprised.
Peter handed her a lady's bag in his hand, "This is Linda's bag. She left her bag at the bar. I brought it to her. How is she?"
Carrie took the bag, "Don't worry. She's already asleep."
"What is going on tonight?" Peter asked.
Carrie told Peter exactly what Harry told her.
Peter frowned slightly, "Why would a busy man like Mr. President take care of Linda?"
"Why not?" Carrie didn't understand his question, "Linda works at D.C. Street and she met that bastard tonight at its staff party. A responsible man like Mr. President will not just stand by!"
After thinking about it, Peter felt that Carrie was right.
"Besides ..." Carrie suddenly lowered her voice, "Mr. President can al
