Chapter 665 Spilled

Emelie smiled faintly. "Mr. Middleton, you really haven't changed." Three years ago, he had driven Ronan and Greta to their deaths over this very issue. And now, three years later, after having spent so long pretending to care for her, he proved that he was still after the same thing. The corners of Emelie's mouth turned upward. But if one looked closely, they could see that her eyes were devoid of warmth. It was as cold as the bone-chilling, incessant winter rain that had fallen on Capebatt City just days ago. William ignored her glare and met her eyes squarely. "Do you not want to?" "It's not that I don't want to." Emelie picked up a silver ladle and casually stirred the soup in her bowl. "It's just that you don't think it's a bit late to ask me for the account book now?" The ladle tapped lightly on the side of the bowl, sounding like a warning bell. "I've had the account book for years. Do you really think I haven't made backups? Copies, scans, digital versions—I've got so man