Chapter 587 The Receptionist’s Contempt
- Eyeing the thick stack in Flo’s hands, Marc Egerton took it, curious, and flipped open the first page. Dense tiny print covered it—history, culture, and features of something called “Lifa Investment Company.” Dry as dust.
- Marc grinned. “That’s a lot. Can you really remember all of it?”
- Flo wrinkled her nose and gave his arm a light smack.