The moment Mason entered the living room, Sarah turned her face away, sneakily so. She cast her gaze downward while glancing at the older sister sitting near her. Biting her lower lip and clenching her jaw slightly, she looked like a frightened cat.
Amber furrowed her brows; what--are you trying to ask me for help? She narrowed her eyes as it finally dawned on her why Sarah took only one, good-looking bodyguard. Was she trying to seek protection? Did she think Mason would back off if he knew she took a fancy to someone else?
She clicked her tongue--what a fool! As if something like that would deter her older brother. He was the kind of person who secretly killed all of his classmates' goldfish in elementary school because his own goldfish died first.
And she asked Amber for help now? She hadn't even finished her investigation. Her brother was still her brother, and if this girl thought Amber would turn on him just from what she saw last week, then this girl was truly stupid.
