"Amanda Fuller, your hand!" Foster Fuller's deep voice came through.
Amanda shivered, sneaked a glance at her older brother, and immediately withdrew her gaze, obediently placing her hand with the IV back on the bed.
"Oh right, Aurelia!" She suddenly remembered and asked worriedly, "How's Eliza Fletcher? Have they found her? Did those people give her any trouble?"
"We've already rescued her, she's fine, you don't need to worry," Aurelia Shaw said, "But in the future, if you encounter such a situation again, you must call me. Eliza Fletcher is an artist from my company, you are my agent, you have no responsibility to take care of other artists from my company."
Amanda touched the tip of her nose, "They frightened me at the time, saying that if I told anyone about this, they'd kill her. I was too anxious to remember that they weren't monitoring me, so they wouldn't know if I contacted anyone else."
