"Then..." Abel smiled, "the other party will come to you willingly, just like you!"
He raised his hand and pressed the back of her head. Before Betty could react, his palm had already pulled her head back, and then he pecked her lips lightly.
She shook off his hand with a flick of her wrist and swung a fist towards his face.
Abel raised a palm to block his face.
"An hour!"
Betty was furious yet couldn't control her curiosity, instinctively halting her fist in mid-air.
An hour?!
"In an hour, the Prime Minister will call me personally." Abel's tone was incredibly confident.
Betty pursed her lips, indicating disbelief.
Earlier, the Prime Minister must have already held a meeting and made a decision, which is why he sought Abel out.
Doesn't she know the faces of these politicians, saying they'll consider, when in fact, it means rejection?
"Want to bet?"
Abel teased.
"Bet on what?"
It didn't matter because she was sure he'd lose, Betty didn't care.
