The Mouthpiece

At the dining table, the man's eyes were filled with admiration. "If you are no longer a supermodel one day, my company will happily employ Mrs. Widjaya!"

This sentence was sufficient to show that Lilia's guess was correct in all probability.

Her gaze was stifled and arrogant as she stared at him with a sly look. "Looks like I guessed it right?"

If a large scale company was infiltrated with a spy inside, Lilia believed that it would be impossible to catch them overnight, even if they used all of their power to investigate it.

The man took his plate and spoon again, then gave her a piece of meatball in her bowl. "Exactly!"

"Have you found out who it is?" Lilia looked worried.

"Soon!"

At this point, they didn't continue.

Lilia lowered her head to eat, but she kept thinking about the causes and consequences in her heart.