There Is No Ingenious Plotting
She smiled. "The small net inside the faucet's mouth was blocked with dirt, and in turn, it blocked the water from flowing out."
"So as you see Boss…" she coughed, "there is no ingenious plotting going on here."
Henry said, "I see."
She could already imagine how bothersome it would be for a quiet person like him.
Henry thought about it. "It seems you have a point."
She nodded.
"What do you suggest we do?"
She gave it a thought.
"Boss, you must have more than one car, right? Why don't you ask your driver to bring the modest car you have? Something that doesn't attract too much attention."
Henry nodded.
A few minutes later, Angel almost fainted. The supposedly modest car was not so modest after all.
It was slightly smaller than the Porsche, nevertheless, it was a car that only billionaires could afford. It was a car that people like her would only see in the showrooms but just pass by through it.