Amos's birthday party was in the bustling center, sitting in a resplendent palace. The palace was also a symbol of the Davis' wealth and power, magnificent and luxurious.
It had white Phnom Penh walls in the Gothic architectural style.
After the accident of The Old Davis, he transferred all the power in his hands to him. It was conceivable that this position had offended too many people. Amos was wary of being poisoned when he drank even a glass of water, not to mention being kidnapped.
Eric explained to Crystal with a smile, "After Amos got to the top, not only could no one see him, but no one could get close to him for half a meter."
"Not even Nathan?"
"Sure." Eric picked up the comb from the table. "Isn't it sad that he has no one to trust, including his wife?"
Crystal looked at herself in the makeup mirror. "Yes, that's too pathetic."
"Nathan won't make a rash act about it."
"Why?"