The daughter of Ivan Pitts?
The Pitts Family sure has a knack for names.
The father is medicine, the daughter is poison. Just by the names alone, the daughter sounds far more dangerous.
"So what brings you to me?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Shannon Pitts, still casual, pointed at the bag on the table and said, "With the New Year around the corner, I brought you a little gift—two bottles of wine and two packs of cigarettes."
A gift?
Dirk felt a shiver run through him.
No need to guess—Shannon was clearly here for her father, Ivan Pitts.
"Sorry Miss Pitts, regarding your dad's situation, I'm powerless."
Dirk said.
Shannon chuckled and said, "You're the director of the education bureau, what do you mean powerless? Is it that the price isn't right?"
"You've misunderstood, that's not what I meant."
Dirk replied.
Shannon nodded and said, "Even if the cigarettes and wine aren't enough, I have a third gift today."
