Angelina's smile condensed on her face.
Even though she was always good at talking and entertaining, she didn’t know what to say at
this moment.
She felt that her heart was cut by a knife, and the blood was dripping.
Vichy's mouth was crooked. "Miss Lancaster, are you all right? You don't look well."
Angelina touched her cheek and smiled sadly. "Nothing, maybe it's because the heating here is too big."
Vichy's eyebrows flicked. "It's warm here."
Angelina's face was even whiter.
"Oh, maybe I remember it wrong," Vichy said and thought she looked so polite, she made Angelina feel extremely uncomfortable.
Angelina kept her decent smile and went on, "Miss Sullivan, I don't know how much confidence you have in entering the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"
"Before the last minute, I'm not
