"You're very greedy, Mr. White," the secretary said, looking at Lance as if trying to see right through him.
Lance dragged a chair over, sat down, and lit a cigarette. He turned his head to watch the sunlight filtering through the tree shade, slipping through gaps between the leaves.
Even though only a sliver of sunlight remained, it still radiated light and heat.
Tiny dust particles danced in the air, making the invisible light seem tangible at that moment.
Lance turned back to the secretary, "A fraudster talks to me about greed, Secretary, it's quite amusing, to be honest."
The secretary stared straight at Lance, "How can you be so sure that we are defrauding money?"
This was also the question he had not been able to figure out; this scam had only recently appeared in the Jia'er Empire.
