Shelly was said to be a little weak, secretly tightened his hand, his eyes drifted.


    “I do not understand what you are saying, I just passed by into the store to buy a cup of coffee and was so suspicious by Ms. Harris, who knows whether it is malicious intentions.”


    “I don’t want to talk to you, I’ll go talk to nca and find out.”


    Elizabeth Harris nced at Amelia beside her, her tone disdainful.


    “And you, thest time we got together you thought of ways to make a gap between nca and me, I don’t know what your purpose is, it won’t be good anyway.”


    She finished under her breath and stomped on her heels towards the car on the curb, only to see Peter Murray waving at her from inside the car window.


    “Get in, I’ll take you there on the way.”


    “No, I have my own car, I don’t need to bother you to make the trip.”


    Amelia stood still, squinting at the car as it drove away, her heart sinking.


    Now it was really impossible to hide it, maybe she couldn’t even take nca Roach’s studio with her anymore.


    She can’t let Shelly get herself into this, so the first thing she needs to do is clear her name of any involvement in this matter.


    “Amelia,” Shelly grimaced, “remember what I told you and keep your mouth shut.”


    “Yes, I know, I remember very well.”


    Amelia answered, but turned around with a calcting sneer.


    The two of them were just a partnership, so naturally they betrayed when they should.


    The drive to the studio didn’t take very long, only about fifteen minutes away.


    Elizabeth Harris parked the car, took the bag halfway to hear the sound of footsteps following behind, sighed and turned to look at the personing.


    “Peter President, haven’t I made it clear before that we’re not on the same page.”


    “Oh, I know.” Peter Murray didn’t even take the words at face value and sidled around in front of her, “But it’s a coincidence that I’m also here to see President Roach today.”


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    The receptionist looked at the two at the door and barely managed to squeeze out a smile.


    She was just working a shift, howe she was forced to eat so much “dog food” every day.


    “Sorry, you two, our President Roach is very busy today, I’m afraid I don’t have time to see others, do you have an appointment?”


    “It’s okay, you go back to work, I’ll just contact her myself.”


    Elizabeth Harris waved her hand and walked straight past the receptionist’s desk and into the back office.


    She skilfully walked around a few desks and headed for a separate office in the back,pletely oblivious to the fact that there was someone else following behind her.


    “nca,” she knocked on the door and listened to the voice inside, “Are you there? Is it convenient toe in?”


    “Hmm? Come in.”


    nca Roach stopped the mouse in her hands and propped her elbows on the table rubbing her brow, the exhaustion on her face.


    She narrowed her eyes and sounded surprised when she saw the person who came in.


    “Elizabeth, Peter Murray, what brings you two here together?”


    “I had something toe to.” Elizabeth Harris sat on the couch next to her and swept a nce at the door, “I wonder what this one is here for.”


    The tone was tinged with arrogance and unspoken emotion at first.


    nca Roach pursed her lips and smiled a little, scanning the two men with her cup of tea and raising an eyebrow to speak.


    “Well, what’s the matter, anyway?”


    “Something big, of course.” Elizabeth Harris frowned and her tone became serious, “I saw your studio staff meeting with the person who picked on youst time when I came over today.”