"Mr. Brown, if I were you at this moment, I would choose to speak directly instead of beating around the bush like a woman."
Antony laughed, his tone sarcastic: "How could I, an outsider, comment on the matters between you and your wife, right?"
"Good or bad to say, you've already started talking. Don't I know what kind of person Mr. Brown is? Do I not know if I'm a dirty turtle or a clean one?!"
Antony suddenly laughed: "Edward, you may not know that my favorite thing to do is to watch those high and mighty people fall from their pedestals. How could my telling you be as thrilling as you discovering it yourself?"
Amelia sneered, then slowly straightened herself, leaning back in the rear seat.
The fingertips resting on her thighs rubbed intermittently.
"What are you thinking about, Mr. Cobb? If there's anything you need, just tell me directly, since we're friends. If I can help, I will."