Jones beat his hands on both sides of his body and clenched them hard.
He took a deep breath and spoke with a sombre face. "Why should I do this boring appraisal?"
"Why, don't you dare?" Nora Smith raised her lips. She assumed that Jones would not dare to do the appraisal.
"Hehe." Jones laughed a few times. "This recording, which I don't know, doesn't mean anything at all!"
"It doesn't mean anything? If the voice in the recording is not you, why don't you dare to do voiceprint identification?" Nora Smith spoke with a somewhat sarcastic tone. "Can I understand that you have a guilty conscience?"
In the face of a series of questions from Nora Smith, Jones answered irrelevant questions. "Nora, your words are pure slander. As the head of The Hawn Goup's French branch factory, why should I do this? What good does it do me to tamper with raw materials? As for planting bombs, it is nonsense!"