Rebecca scoffed at the silly articles all over the news. Her blood boiled when she read the society painting Amelia Good.
"When will that girl stop getting under my skin?" she muttered under her breath, trying to control herself.
She read a few more articles and began to rack her brain, thinking about what to do if the need arose.
The news strangled her. She never saw such a deadly disaster coming. To prevent questions, she thought smartly and came up with a solution. Who knows it will come back to bounce on her?
"Mr. Zhong Song is on the phone," Rebecca's secretary rushed into Revecca's office with a telephone.
Rebecca raised her face from the papers she previewed before her. The arrogant light in her eyes increased like an ocean wave crashing with the shores.