Joshua Hughes' slender fingers glided over the phone screen, making a call. Within moments, a dozen black-suited bodyguards appeared in the small conference room, standing in a row.
"I really don't know whose it is, but among these people, there is always one. You can think about it carefully." Joshua said nonchalantly, as if commenting on the weather being nice today. However, Megan Evans' face looked as if it had been hit by frost, pale and gray.
"Avery, it has nothing to do with me. I never touched her, not even with a finger..." Joshua patiently explained to Avery Jane, then bent his head down: "Your scent is intoxicating; I don't even want to look at others..." His breath was warm, skimming over her sensitive neck. Avery involuntarily flinched slightly, her eyes, clear and distinct, showed disapproval. How could this man be like this?
