But he still didn't turn over, just held the hand she was clasping to her chest.
The woman's small hands were soft and boneless, and the fragrance from her body wafted into the man's nose. Faris Booker's eyes were deep, the darkness in them growing inch by inch. He pressed his lips tightly and didn't want to loosen his grip on her hand even a bit.
"Yes, the famous gang leader in Hong Kong..."
"Underworld? You're dealing with the underworld!?" The man frowned, urgently turned to her, and lifted her chin, "...Crossley, quit your job, don't work at President Yancey's anymore, it's not suitable for you!..."
"Faris, we need money, you know my dream all along..." Crossley Gibson knitted her brows, but a smile lingered on her lips, "I want to send Raleigh abroad to study, so... rest assured, I will take care of myself, don't worry..."
