When the news reached Kris Cooper, it was already late at night.
On the large bed in their bedroom, Vera Wave was already sound asleep.
The man sat quietly on a wooden bench in the courtyard, smoking a cigarette as he listened to Tommy Taylor's report. After carefully listening, Kris Cooper's face showed little emotion.
"Have someone keep an eye on Nathan Leafcastle. I want to know his reaction."
"Alright, I'll arrange it."
Ending the call, Kris squinted, gazing at the faint glow of the small night lamp filtering from their bedroom nearby. He slowly exhaled a cloud of grayish-blue smoke.
Despite the current lack of concrete evidence, various signs still made him suspicious of Nathan Leafcastle. Intuition told him this matter was definitely related to Nathan.
And that was precisely why he was troubled now.
If it truly was him, a confrontation with Nathan Leafcastle would be inevitable. How could he possibly broach this subject with Vera?
