Elizabeth's eyes were colder and sharper than hers, as sharp as thorns.
"I'm just reminding Miss Keith. Do you think Estee Lauder's trustworthy?" Elizabeth sneered.
Linda licked her lips, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and looked at Elizabeth. "Mr. York. do you think you're the one I should trust the most?"
"I wanted to be the most trustworthy to you, but you have your own opinion. I can't think too much about it."
"Oh my god, how could Samuel say that he thinks too much?"
Linda thought, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
"Mr. York, please don't be so low-key. You can totally think highly of yourself."
Elizabeth stood with one hand in her pocket and a lazy look in her eyes. No one could read her mind.
Linda knew that Samuel wanted to use her as the spokesperson for his
