South Brenton's seductive peach-blossom eyes glimmered, "She still has the guts to do such a thing in Atlantic City?"
Donnie chuckled, "You know, women can get crazy enough to do anything!"
"Then you must protect us well!"
South Brenton was wholeheartedly leaning on Donnie.
Donnie, while making gestures with his hand, said, "Of course, naturally, but you also need to be careful—and there's another thing!"
South Brenton's voice was slightly breathy, "What is it?"
Donnie replied, "After a while, when Helen has had enough rest, I am planning to hand over the management of the WRPA to her!"
This was the most important issue for which Donnie had summoned South Brenton today.
It had already been said that Donnie intended to let Helen take full charge of the WRPA, but at that time Harding was still alive, and South Brenton still had his use. Now that Harding is dead, South Brenton actually doesn't have much value left!
