Chapter 931 The Undercurrent Of The Banquet

• “I don't know.” Natalie took a sip of her wine and shook her head. “What does Amos even like about me? It's most likely my face at first. Now, he's just frustrated about not getting what he wants. Rest assured. No matter how much Amos hates me, he's a businessman. He won't let the profit in his grasp slip through his fingers.”
• Natalie swirled her glass gently as she blinked her eyes.
• Amos might not even look at me if I was wearing an ugly hyper-realistic mask. I'm aware not every man is like Samuel. They can't treat me the same way no matter how I look.