Bertha followed Marvin into the villa, and after a simple wound treatment and a change into clean clothes, she was escorted to the rooftop viewing terrace where Marvin was badmouthing her.
"This girl might really be a jinx reincarnate, I've been driving for nine years, and today, after giving her a ride, I got into a car accident."
"Just now... Oswald got scared by a cat and rolled straight down the stairs. Everyone knows he's afraid of small animals, who dares to bring a cat to the villa? That stray cat, where did it come from... hahaha..."
Glancing at Marvin's gleeful look, Amos directly questioned.
"The Norris Family recognition banquet probably hasn't ended, isn't it inappropriate to just bring her out like that?"
From the corner of his eye, Marvin noticed Bertha coming up, quickly stopped the conversation, and waved at her.
"Girl, come here."
"Oswald's clothes... you're wearing them like a kid sneaking into adult clothes."
"Come, let me introduce you, this is... General Manager Smith."
Marvin pointed to Amos and introduced him to Bertha.
"About your adoptive parents, while I can help you, the Norris Family... I know them too well. Your adoptive parents can move house once, they can do it a second time."
"So, if you want the Norris Family to agree to your contact with your adoptive parents, you need to find yourself a backer."
"Don't look at me, I don't have that ability, but this person... is someone the Norris Family is quite wary of."
Bertha shifted her gaze from Marvin to Amos.
Her life mainly involved dealing with the dead. No matter how beautiful the living are, once submerged in water, they become quite unsightly.
But the man in front of her was very handsome.
He was very tall, easily estimated to be about one meter ninety.
His features were well-proportioned; thick, black eyebrows, slightly almond-shaped eyes, an exceptionally tall nose bridge, and lips neither thin nor thick, yet very alluring.
He wore a white shirt and black trousers, with shiny shoes that dazzled the eyes.
She had seen men in suits before; a well-tailored suit could make someone look very spirited. Yet this man wore a suit with an aesthetic elegance.
"It's not my place to meddle in other people's family affairs."
His voice, like his demeanour, was cool, low, and carried a hint of remoteness.
Marvin had long anticipated Amos wouldn't agree, so he had a backup plan ready.
"Girl, the opportunity is given to you, seize it yourself."
Having said that, he promptly made his quick escape.
Marvin left, causing Bertha to tense up immediately. Glancing around, surrounded by burly bodyguards, she discreetly glanced at the man before her, then steeled herself and knelt to the ground.
Grandpa always said, asking for help requires sincerity.
Amos didn't expect the young lady to suddenly kneel before him, but his facial expression remained unchanged.
"I've said it before, I don't get involved in other people's family matters."
Bertha tilted her small face upwards, gazing at the tall man, then awkwardly began typing on her phone, as she was unable to speak and feared he wouldn't understand sign language.
[I just want to know where they've moved to; I can secretly contact them without the Norris Family finding out.]
Amos politely shifted his gaze from Bertha.
Oswald's T-shirt collar was too wide, and from his position, he caught sight of a hint of springtime... although the fruit was small and not much to look at.
"Stand up, Marvin can also help you with this."
Noticing General Manager Smith was no longer paying attention to her, Bertha wisely got up from the ground. Just as she was about to head downstairs to find Marvin, General Manager Smith descended the stairs ahead of her.
What kind of remarkable person is this, with several bodyguards in tow, Bertha was still in a daze when Marvin suddenly ran over, dragged her, and hurried downstairs.
"Remember the deal I mentioned earlier? I can help you find your adoptive parents, but you have to do me a small favor: ride back in the same car with Amos, you must share a car with him."
Bertha frowned upon hearing this, thinking how can this person be so wicked, aren't they friends?
Marvin directly stopped Amos, who was ready to get in his car, and said with a playful smile.
"Amos, do me a favour, her forehead needs treatment at the hospital. Well, she's a girl, and if it scars, it won't be good. You only need to take her to the hospital, nothing else."
Amos's cold demeanor could intimidate even without a smile, and with his slightly angry expression, it became even scarier.
Marvin felt guilty: "If you're afraid, let her... ride together with the bodyguards."
For Marvin, he's just overly curious.
He's known Amos since childhood, and Amos's luck seemed perpetually good, always smooth sailing, never experiencing even minor ailments.
He just purely wanted to see what Amos would be like in an unlucky situation.
As for Bertha, Marvin's proposal was too tempting for her, she couldn't resist.
So she could only muster the courage to climb into Boss Smith's car.