"Claire, are you hurt?"
Julian Sia looked at her, emotions swirling in his eyes before finally calming down. He spoke softly.
Claire Green replied slowly, "I'm fine."
The middle-aged woman felt anxious upon hearing his intimate tone of address.
Although the House of Goodman collaborated on a project with higher-ups, it couldn't compare to the Sia Manor. If Julian pursued the matter, the consequences would be unbearable for her.
Thinking of this, the woman shivered and spoke in a panic, "Master Julian, this is all a misunderstanding."
Just as she finished her sentence, Owen Lawrence crossed his arms and spoke with schadenfreude, his tone laced with chill.
"Mrs. Goodman didn't say it was a misunderstanding before. A criminal record, locked up. Let me think, who said something like that."
Saying this, he pretentiously rubbed his chin and drew out his voice.
"It seems like it was you, right?"
Then.
