Charles Jenson opened his mouth to speak, but just as the words were about to leave his mouth, he recalled the complaints Maxim Sinclair had made in his presence before, and quickly shook his head, "Nothing much, you better pack up and go see Mrs. Sinclair, don't waste more time with me."
"Spending time with you truly is a waste," Vivian Sullivan sneered as she left the bathroom. "You won't even answer a question, hiding everything. You must have some unspeakable secrets yourself."
Charles Jenson gave a bitter smile, leaned back, and lay in the bathtub looking up at the beautiful patterns on the ceiling, murmuring, "Our President Sinclair was right, you two sisters are each more difficult to deal with than the other. Also, Justin Huxley, that man surely has plenty of tricks up his sleeve, even at this point he's still capable of causing trouble."
