Rebecca Quentin smiled and said, "This kind of scheming and crisis management without panic, that's what I've learned from you over the past six years, Howard Geoffrey. I'm giving it back to you now. Doesn't feel good, does it?"
"Rebecca Quentin!!"
"I'll make you wish you were dead." Howard's anger didn't show on his face. He was always calm and composed, even at this moment when he reached the edge of unbearable. The words he spoke were steady as if there was no trace of anger.
Rebecca imitated Howard's manner, squinted her eyes, and looked at him fearlessly through the slits, "There's nothing that can make me wish I were dead anymore unless you kill me... Oh, by the way, don't expect to use Aunt Clare against me, because two days ago, she already left T City. I used your money to get Aunt Clare a fake identity; you'll never be able to find her!"
Yes, that day, before Howard came to America, she went to find Aunt Clare...
