Chapter 132: Your Friend

And now...the first person Amanda Smith thought of when she was in danger was still that vixen!

As Samuel Johnson looked as if he was about to get as prickly as a haughty Persian cat, Amanda Smith felt a bit embarrassed and began, "I was just afraid you were busy..."

Both of them knew full well that this was a lie, but since Amanda said it, he decided to take it as truth.

After thinking it over, Samuel suddenly got up from the bed, and seeing him leave her side, Amanda quickly sat up and wrapped herself back in the bathrobe.

"Samuel, what are you looking for?"

Amanda sat on the bed and watched Samuel rummage through her briefcase, feeling utterly confused about what he was trying to do.

"Where's your phone?"

"...In the pocket of my pants."

Samuel frowned at her and then turned to go into the bathroom, soon returning with Amanda's phone in his hand.

"Password?"

The man looked up at her.

"..." Amanda swallowed, "Your birthday."