"Hehe, Secretary Young is joking, there's nothing special about a friend who sent a broken bottle."
Kent Hamilton waved his hand and said.
Does Cora Young really want to meet that person?
Of course not!
She just wanted to see Kent Hamilton's reaction.
After all, as the Secretary of the Discipline Commission, Cora Young picked up on the subtle details in Kent Hamilton's expression.
Nervousness, awkwardness, restlessness—all seemed to indicate that the origin of the porcelain bottle was dubious.
Thinking back to the power-for-money deal she had with Kent Hamilton.
At that moment.
Cora Young had already concluded that all the treasures in her room had likely been embezzled by Kent Hamilton through some means.
On the surface, nothing seemed amiss.
But deep down, she was already burning with anger.
Kent Hamilton's face had become increasingly grating to her.
"Secretary Young, the tea is ready, would you like to have some?"
