Elizabeth Harris stared at the person in front of her, her eyes scrutinizing, and said in a cold voice.
“You’d better come up with a suitable reason for what you said, and if you can’t think of one now, you can think of one later.”
With that, she gathered her things from the sink and looked at her with her bag, her tone bland.
“Still not letting go?”
Amelia bowed her head and moved out of the way as she was told, but the bottom of her eyes were full of viciousness.
She had underestimated Elizabeth Harris today, but it didn’t matter, even if she had told Blanca Roach, she wouldn’t admit it, and no third person would know anyway.
Elizabeth Harris came out of the bathroom, her face was gloomy, and her steps were fast.
If not for this Amelia talking and acting strangely, maybe she would have believed this person’s words.
She had seen a lot of people, such a white lotus flower, not to be able to deceive her, but why this person so obviously to betray Blanca Roach, she still need to observe a good.
While thinking, she went to the front of the private room and pushed the door open without looking closely.
“Why is the door so tightly closed? I …”
Before she could finish her words, she only felt that this private room was surprisingly quiet, and looked up only to bump into a pair of inky eyes.
A room of men in suits looked at her, and the one sitting in the middle was Peter Murray.
Elizabeth Harris’ face instantly reddened and she tugged at the corners of her mouth, sounding embarrassed.
“Sorry, wrong room.”
“Elizabeth, you are Elizabeth, right?” A man next to her suddenly spoke up, “I’ve known your father for a long time.”
“Hello uncle, I have an appointment with someone, I’ll leave first.”
Elizabeth Harris smiled a far-fetched smile, now she had only one thing on her mind, to get out of here.
As she turned to close the door, her eyes caught a glimpse of Peter Murray, who had a complete look of amusement, even with a smile.
Exasperated, she hesitated for a moment at the door without rushing to leave, listening quietly to the conversation inside.
“By the way, President Murray, I remember if you and Elizabeth are still married?”
“Yes, we are engaged to be married.”
“Elizabeth has been studying abroad for some time, why don’t you take advantage of her return to get things done as soon as possible?”
“Haha, it’s not like I’m alone in this matter, I still have to listen to Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth Harris’ heart skipped a beat, and the temperature on her face grew higher and higher.
How could they still talk about these issues behind their backs, and the key was that Peter Murray was still discussing with them in a serious manner.
“Elizabeth?”
Blanca Roach came back from the staff side and saw Elizabeth Harris standing in the doorway of the private room with a tangled face and a puzzled tone.
“What are you doing standing in the doorway? Come on in.”
“Oh … good.” Elizabeth Harris was a little disoriented, sitting in her seat for half a day before she returned to her senses and turned her head to Blanca Roach, “Let me ask you, what’s the origin of that Amelia?”
“Amelia? She’s a friend of mine who went to high school together and now works at my studio, why do you suddenly want to ask that?”
“Nothing.” Elizabeth Harris took a sip from her wine glass, “I just ran into her, so be careful with her anyway.”
Blanca Roach frowned, her hand holding the chopsticks stalled slightly.
Could it be that Amelia had something else in mind other than her unrequited desire for Matthew Grant?
Even Elizabeth Harris, who had just returned from abroad, could see that the matter was not so simple.
Just now she went out to drink with the staff Amelia are not in, if she is deliberately left, then she went to the toilet to find Elizabeth Harris and for what?