Dirk Carter sighed helplessly.
He took out a thousand yuan from his wallet and slapped it into Arlo Yarbrough's palm, looking at Arlo who was secretly pleased, and said, "Take your money and get out of here!"
"As you wish!"
As if afraid Dirk would change his mind, Arlo stuffed the money into his pocket and fled like the wind.
"Your friend?"
Helen Fletcher asked.
Dirk Carter scratched his head, a bit embarrassed, and said, "Sorry you had to see that, Miss Fletcher."
"You can call me Secretary Fletcher usually, but when it's just the two of us, I prefer you call me Sister Helen."
At this moment, Helen seemed entirely different from how she was in the daytime.
Her face was full of smiles, very approachable.
The speed at which she changed faces was really impressive.
"So... Sister Helen, want to grab a bite?"
"I'm actually hungry. Do you have any wine?"
"I have wine, but your wound..."
Dirk hesitated for a moment and asked.
