Inside the house, Mr. Wood, Ms. Wood, and her brother Jim Wood were leaning against the door to listen. But because the two of them were talking about things that seemed not good, so the voice was suppressed, and the wind also blew away the voice. These three could not hear what they were saying. So at this moment, they also did not notice when she approached. Until she pushed the door, the three who were hit by it let out a wail.

Emma was startled and said nonchalantly, ''Mom, Dad, what are you doing? Eavesdropping?"

Ms. Wood took her hand and went into the living room, nervously asking, "Emma, what did your boss say to you?"

Emma was embarrassed, "Just...just talked to me about work for a while."

"Just work?" Ms. Wood could not believe it, "What job requires a special trip home to talk to you?"

"That is right, is not tomorrow off? Why does not he just call you if there have something to do?" Mr. Wood also said.

Jim threw a thumbs up at her, "Emma, your boss is so handsome!"

Emma spat at him, "Go back to your room and play the game!"

Jim pouted, "Did not you tell me to play fewer games?"

Ms. Wood pushed them away and said, "Go away, go away, what are you doing? I am her mom, I will ask her!"

Mr. Wood and Jim were pushed by her and went to the room.

Ms. Wood dragged Emma back to her room and asked with a look of interest, "Emma, tell me the truth, is your boss chasing you?"

Emma was dumbfounded and then dryly laughed, "Mom, you are overthinking it, how can it be!"

However, it was undeniable that just a moment ago, her heart involuntarily leaked a beat as she thought about this possibility.

Ms. Wood said meaningfully, "What if it is possible?"

Kevin came out of the Woods with a dark face. A few steps away, the assistant saw him and busy turned on his mobile phone torch to welcome him up, "President Miller."

Kevin walked straight ahead without saying a word. The assistant did not dare to speak again when he saw that he was in a bad mood. The two walked along.

It was a one-car-width stone embedded road that was not good for cars, so the assistant parked at a junction a few hundred meters away that they walked in and now also had to walk out.

Kevin annoyedly took a cigarette out and put it on his lips, and then he took out a fire and lit it. He deeply smoked and slowly exhaled.

The red flames flashed brightly in the night, and the smoke was blown away by the wind. The faint reflected light of the torch reflected his dull, unidentified face.

The brain gradually regained its shrewdness. He thought for a moment and asked the assistant, "How are you sure I was drugged last night?"

The assistant froze and said, "Because after you drank that glass of red wine, you said that you were weak and could not even stand. When I held you up, your whole body leaned towards me and your eyes were closed. So I guessed that you should be poisoned."

Kevin slowed his pace and said, "If it was the drug, what is that person's intention?"

The assistant also mused, "This..."

"It is unlikely for stealing information. After all, President Short is our next partner, what does he want with our information?" Kevin searched the possibilities one by one, "Besides, this hotel is owned by the Kingwood Group. It is ours. It is unlikely for him to have some intentions here because he is unfamiliar with this place and will easily make mistakes."

The assistant nodded as he listened.

Kevin's eyes flickered, thinking that Emma had just said that he had taken the initiative last night, not her. Then...he made a guess, "What I drank...was aphrodisiac."