Chapter 137 Tracking The Weapon

• *FREYA*
• As Claire continued to stare at me, waiting for me to give her an answer. Staring blankly back at her, I was dimly aware that she couldn't tell if I was lying or telling the truth but I don't feel comfortable laying to her. It looked like the universe was on my side cause just as I open my mouth to make up a lie, the telephone rang from somewhere in the room.
• "That must be Jet, I have to go and get that" Not waiting for her to respond, I turned to leave but stopped. "You do trust me right?" I asked her.