Quentin Grant's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Of course. Mr. Bancroft is a resourceful young politician, so I'm sure what he says has a degree of credibility."
"I wouldn't go so far as to plunge my country into disaster and panic for one woman."
"Since you're saying you weren't the one who hid him, Mr. Bancroft, would you mind revealing who the mastermind behind this plot is? Otherwise, it's hard not to be suspicious."
Lillian Bancroft smiled. "Of course I won't. This is an internal matter for us. Even if there are severe punishments, it will remain private. The sole reason I asked to meet with you, Mr. Grant, is to propose an agreement."
"I'm listening."
He took two sheets of paper and a pen from his bag.
