Chapter 451 We Still Have Great Chemistry

• Dante’s eyelid twitched violently.
• The words had come from Kyle.
• His tone was a direct strike, his gaze a blatant interrogation. He might as well have asked point-blank: *Is this your doing?* On the surface, Kyle’s approach lacked finesse and he clearly didn't care for social niceties, but the effect was potent. It was designed to trigger the most honest, unguarded reaction from a person caught off-guard.