"Is it serious?" She stood in front of the sofa, her brows furrowed tightly.
She recalled what she overheard earlier; it seemed there was an error in the document translation, but she wasn't sure how serious it was.
"It's nothing..." Walter Schmidt turned around, one hand in his pocket, and walked up to her. His handsome face no longer showed anger, just a cold indifference.
Emma Benson hadn't seen him like this for a while, knowing it must be serious; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so angry, even driving away that female lieutenant colonel.
"Been to the presidential office?"
The man pulled her to sit, then leaned against the sofa, turning his head to look at her.
"Hmm..." Emma Benson described the specifics and told him, "I want to make a trip to Africa. Minnie Sutton is in Ghana, and I feel persuading her face-to-face might be more successful..."
