“Do I know you?” Liz asked sharply.“Ms. Smith, our madam would like to meet you,” one of the men in black replied.Liz followed his gaze and saw a Rolls-Royce parked by the curb. Her brows knitted together.“I don’t know your madam, and I’m not going anywhere with you. If you don’t leave right now, I’ll call the police.”She pulled her phone from her bag, clearly ready to dial. But the men didn’t flinch.“Ms. Smith, you know Hunter Sanders, don’t you?”“I do. Why?”“He’s our madam’s son.”Liz fell silent.She stared at them for a few seconds before finally speaking. “And what does that have to do with me? Hunter works for my firm, but I don’t see why I’d need to meet his mother. For all I know, you’re just scammers.”“If you don’t believe us, you can call Mr. Sanders yourself.”Five minutes later, Hunter came running over, breathless. “Liz, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know my mom was here. I hope they didn’t scare you.”Liz was surprised. So it really was his mother? She had ho
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