Frank Mitchell gave her a roguish smile, his gaze intense.
「Half an hour later.」
In a private room of a secluded cafe, Amelia Shaw observed Frank Mitchell from head to toe. He didn't look as destitute as she had imagined, even after going bankrupt. If anything, his clothing was no different from before. He still wore expensive, high-end custom luxury brands, and the limited-edition Patek Philippe on his wrist was worth a fortune.
He picked up his coffee and took a sip. "Samuel, how have you been lately?"
Amelia clenched her fists, countless questions flashing through her mind. "Frank, have you... have you already paid off your debts?"
