Roger Leonard said, "I understand how you're feeling right now, but even if Dora is heartless, he cannot let you shoulder this burden alone. He must give you an explanation."
Rebecca Quentin sighed softly, "General Leonard, if you truly want to help me, then please help me keep this matter a secret, wherever I may be in the world in the future, I will silently bless you."
"Becca..."
"Just consider it a plea from me, Mr. Jones, you said we're friends too..." Rebecca Quentin's eyes were full of pity as she implored.
After some hesitation, Roger Leonard finally nodded his head, "I shouldn't have come to T City."
Three days later, in New York.
Roger Leonard sat with his legs crossed on the genuine leather sofa in the president's office of the "Skytop" company, idly tapping his fingers on the table.
At this moment, the secretary entered from outside, accompanied by Howard Geoffrey.
