Bureau Chief Hamilton's eyes glimmered with a hint of greed, nervously rubbing his hand, swallowing saliva, but still shook his head, trying hard to sober up a bit.
"No, no… My dear brother, please don't make it difficult for me! If Young Master Sulliven finds out that I betrayed him, he'd definitely shoot me!"
Uncle Monty's gaze flashed with a cold gleam: "I suggest you think again. Could it be that Madam has been too kind all along, causing some people to not take her seriously."
"No, no… that's not what I mean, my dear brother, you're taking it too seriously. How could I not take Madam seriously! I've always considered Madam's matters as my own!" The man hurriedly explained, anxious.
"I knew you'd think so, and… my meaning is…" Uncle Monty said with a smile, but in truth, his heart was already filled with impatience.
"Let me think, let me think, give me time to think…"
"What exactly are you worried about? Could it be concerns about your career?"
