But who knows?
It's hard to gauge the hearts of people.
Charlotte like that, the surface pretending to be innocent, naive and ignorant, but in fact the heart like a snake, when really not a photo can be judged.
As the saying goes, you don't know who you are.
People still have to make accurate judgments only after they have contacted each other and penetrated deep inside each other.
"So, what does Mr. Hurley plan to do after hearing all this analysis?" Joyce asked.
Chris gave it some thought.
"I first followed her for two days, looking for an opportunity to see if I can put a bug on her bag, or other items, and after getting to know her a bit, then according to her preferences, cast her, and find an opportunity to meet with her."
"After gaining some trust, the main thing is to be informed that she keeps things there. Then we find a way to obtain it. This should be the most trouble-free way and, moreover, I can avoid a deep friendship with her. It doesn't matter whether she is really sinful, or has been traumatized in her heart, or is a sincere convert to Catholicism and wants to become a nun. I don't think it has much to do with us. Our goal is clear, get the list of underground money changers. Bring down Senator Hughes."
Karl showed an appreciative glance.
It turns out that Mr. Hurley is just whining and seems impatient, but in fact, he thinks things through and has his own set of ideas.
"Since Mr. Hurley has such an idea, I am relieved."
Joyce smiled faintly, "hard work, our things, let you an Alvonia commander worry about, but also help out people to contribute, I feel sorry for my heart. In the future, if there is a need for me, do not hesitate to mention, within the limits of my ability, I will not hesitate."
Joyce says it like it is.
Luther listened with displeasure.
He tightened his grip on her hand, harder and harder.
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