Siobhan Bailey's POV

"Please don't, please don't." I interrupted her in a hurry, "you'd better say it to whoever you like."

Terry smiled awkwardly and asked tentatively, "if Mr.President says that he is going to talk about the will of the deceasedlady with you tonight, won't you go with him?"

All of a sudden, I looked at Terry, who was about to be killed like a sharp sword.

Terry felt that he had touched her sore spot. Now he didn't flinch at the beginning, but became more relaxed.

"It seems that Bruce Bailey is ready to let me go tonight." I sneered.

"Young lady, how can you call me directly..."...