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Cindy couldn't bring herself to lie, so she gave Daniel a detailed account of Amanda's visit to her home.
Daniel frowned slightly, deep in thought. He remembered Amanda as a highly competent individual. When the
Cumulus Morning Post was on the brink of bankruptcy due to poor management, she had managed to turn it
around. The newspaper not only retained a spot in the top three in annual subscriptions but also produced insightful
news reports.
Amanda excelled at building interpersonal relationships and had a strong reputation in the industry. Her close
association with Leroy added to her credibility. Perhaps it was this high regard that got to her head.
Daniel extinguished his cigarette with a cold snort and crushed it into the ashtray.
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Several days later, he arranged another meeting with Leroy and Amanda at the same private club. This time, he
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Guided by his bodyguards, Leroy and Amanda navigated the maze-like corridors to reach the innermost room. The
private room's door was slightly ajar, and Leroy cautiously peeked inside.
The table was already set with food, and Daniel was enjoying the meal. In front of him was a traditional bronze soup
pot. The atmosphere seemed friendly but carried a hint of peculiarity.
Leroy hesitated momentarily, then furrowed his brows as he looked back at Amanda. However, she was rather
excited, relishing the opportunity to interact with Daniel, especially in the absence of Maisie.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Leroy stopped her, giving her a look and whispering, "This meal seems rather strange.
He suddenly called us here, and I'm not sure why..."
"What's so strange about it?" Amanda glanced at him. "Maybe Mr. Quimby has something he needs the media's
help with, which is why he called us over."
She said this out loud, but her thoughts were quite different. She had even brought a gift for Daniel— an exquisite
mechanical watch. The watch was not cheap and was a couple's design, with the women's version adorning her
wrist.
"Don't worry." Amanda chuckled. "Aren't you and Mr. Quimby good friends? It's normal for good friends to meet up
for a meal!"
"You don't understand!" Leroy sighed.
Being friends with Daniel was like keeping a ticking time bomb. Moreover, a person like Daniel didn't truly have
friends. People only associated with him because of the value he provided.
Leroy felt a bit anxious as he entered. Since he couldn't fathom Daniel's intentions, he would have to play it by ear.
"You've arrived!" Daniel looked up, smiling as he enjoyed his meal. "Have a seat! Heh, this beef and lamb were
flown in this morning, and they're exceptionally fresh. Give them a try!"
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Amanda was about to pick up her utensils but was stopped by Leroy's stern gaze.
The atmosphere felt somewhat awkward, with the silent air almost echoing one's rapid, frantic heartbeat in the
room.
Daniel scrutinized the faces of the two. Although he appeared to be smiling, the chill in his gaze made it feel like an
icy tundra.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Are you two not feeling well? Should I instruct the kitchen to change a few dishes
for you?"
"No need, Mr. Quimby!" Leroy replied and quickly stood up, downing his wine.
Daniel smiled, his gaze knowing as he watched Leroy.
Amanda couldn't discern his intentions and was continually trying to intervene. "Leroy, you're allergic to wine,
right?"
"That's right," Daniel said casually. "Ms. Winslade is right. When the two of us ate together in the past, you didn't
drink wine."
"It's different today," Leroy said with a wry smile. "Mr. Quimby, please, if you have something to say, feel free to say
it. If I've made mistakes, I'll definitely correct them!"
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