Bertha smiled sweetly.

She turned her head and looked at Mr. Benedict. “I admit that what happened last night did have something to do with me, but…”

Bertha had yet to finish speaking when Mr. Benedict interrupted her.

“Miss. Bertha directly admitted, I admire it very much, but you are Shane's fiancee, why can you sneak into Anselm's bedroom late at night? If this information were transmitted outside, it would be inappropriate."

All the other people present changed their faces. ...