Lilac Serval's lips curved upwards, seemingly unaffected by anything.
"Come to my office, I'll give you twenty minutes." Charles Mcintosh hung up the phone.
Lilac Serval was stunned for a moment, then muttered "Crazy" under her breath.
Nevertheless, she quickly applied her makeup, put on an orange-red coat, and left the house.
Charles Mcintosh had been waiting in his office for her.
He was reviewing some contracts, his brow furrowed, occasionally making marks with his pen.
"What did you want to talk about?" Lilac Serval asked, throwing her handbag onto the sofa.
"About the Cheney Family."
"Oh, I thought it was about little 11."
"I'm not going to stoop to arguing with a man who sleeps around in bars." Charles Mcintosh's eyes held a cold light, devoid of warmth.
"Don't talk nonsense; little 11 is just a drinking buddy, not a sleeping partner!"
"Lilac Serval, why so defensive? Hmm? You're really getting emotionally involved with a stranger?"
