At this time, sending people along with the car to the dock was definitely not a good sign. The methods of Capone and his men were ruthless and dirty, but they had the ability to control life and death without leaving any trace.
Capone hung up the phone and tossed it aside, calmly asking her, "So, can we start now?"
Sophia's trembling hand climbed to his shirt, unbuttoning two buttons. He tilted his head slightly, continuing to stare at her as if questioning: Is that all?
Sophia had no choice but to tiptoe and kiss him. His lips were thin and beautifully shaped, but they felt cool to the touch. Perhaps because he was used to being in control, he usually responded passionately to her kisses, often unconsciously taking the lead. But not this time—he just waited leisurely for her to take the lead.