Chapter 207

• As soon as he opened the door, he saw Tamara Randall sitting on the sofa, with a paper file on the coffee table in front of her. Frank Holt breathed a sigh of relief, changed his shoes, and walked over, softly calling out, "Good evening."
• Tamara Randall looked up at him, her face showing no clues, but her eyes made Frank Holt feel increasingly uneasy.
• "Good evening, there was a misunderstanding at the company today, I..."