Chapter 22 Fake Friends Hurt Each Other

• Underneath Vincent's scrutinizing gaze, Jonathan finished his bowl of pasta without looking up. Subsequently, he took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly.
• Getting to his feet, Jonathan's steady voice rang out. “Zack is my nephew. What's wrong with me helping him?”
• After a busy morning, Vincent was already hungry. Just when he thought he could catch Jonathan off guard to reveal some clues, the man remained as composed as ever.