"Of course not, Brother Fletcher, do you think I would do something like that?" Ophelia Wilson asked with a wronged tone, "It's just an endorsement, why would I go to such lengths? It's not worth it at all."
"Okay, I understand, as long as it's not true, that's fine." Albert Fletcher assured her, "But, what were you doing at the hotel that day?"
After all, the photos from the hotel room weren't very clear, but the photos of Ophelia going in and out of the hotel were very clear.
Anyone could recognize her at a glance.
"I went to the hotel to find that director." Ophelia's words made Albert suddenly anxious, "Why were you looking for him?"
"Brother Fletcher, don't be anxious. I just wanted to ask if there was still a chance for the endorsement, but when I got there, there was someone in his room, so I left." Ophelia wasn't stupid, she spoke half-truths and half-lies.
