"I am still waiting for someone." While speaking, Summer saw the items on the menu.
Her jaw dropped. The coffees listed on the menu were over a hundred dollars a cup. Some were even as high as a thousand dollars. These were way too luxurious for her.
Mark finally showed up. Summer glanced at her mobile phone. It was 1:59 pm. This man arrived almost on the dot.
He sat down opposite her and squinted at her as he leaned back on the sofa leisurely. "There is something that we need to talk about, Miss Hart."
Her heart raced. She spontaneously straightened her back. "Is it about the report?"
"You took the pill that my man brought in front of me that day. Yet this happens. How are you going to explain this?"
He looked at her with his penetrating eyes, as if he was observing her every tiny movement.
She did not avoid his gaze but looked him back in the eyes with utmost calmness.
"My dad came back from a trip to Mowo and brought back some coffee. He brewed the coffee, and I drank a
few cups when I arrived home that day. I had forgotten that coffee and medicine did not mix well. The caffeine must have neutralized the pill. Besides, I really don't like your attitude, Mr. Valentine."
She was completely composed, as cool as a cucumber. He could tell from experience if she was telling the truth.
He believed she was telling the truth. But he had an issue with her last sentence.
"What is wrong with my attitude?" He shifted his posture.
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