Chapter 321 Blind Her

• Adela pressed her lips tightly together and simply watched the man in the baseball cap, waiting to see how he’d respond.
• Layson gently sipped from his wine glass. Clearly, Mr. Garcia had pulled out all the stops—this wine was smooth, delicate, and carried a rich finish. Yet Layson took only one sip before idly swirling the liquid in the glass, his gaze lowered, concealing whatever thoughts lay behind it.
• The man in the baseball cap hesitated briefly, then began relaying the situation clearly and methodically to the cold, indifferent man seated before him.