Ophelia Wilson took a sip of water and asked Albert Fletcher, "Brother Fletcher, is this alright?"
"Hmm, the directors think it's pretty good," Albert Fletcher replied with a smile. "It's getting late today, hurry back and get some rest."
"Okay." Ophelia Wilson smiled, said goodbye to the staff on site, and then left.
She got into the car and drove home.
Her assistant handed over her phone, and the drowsy Ophelia Wilson turned it on, only to be startled by a series of text message alerts as soon as it booted up.
What happened?
So many text messages?
Ophelia Wilson thought there might be some new negative news about her online, so she quickly opened the texts to check.
After seeing them, her sleepiness was instantly scared away.
This, this... how can it be?
Ophelia Wilson stared at the series of transaction records, feeling ill.
How could so much money be spent?
