"Mr. Wight, I'm trying to prove your innocence," Victor said with a faint smile. "Shouldn't that make you happy?"
Instead of relief, Johnson Wight's face grew even uglier. The smile on his lips stiffened, and cold sweat began to bead at his temples.
"N–No, President Steele," he stammered. "I just didn't want to spoil everyone's mood. It was really… really just a joke. If Miss Cruz feels offended, I can apologize to her right now. What do you think?"
At those words, Victor's eyes narrowed. The last trace of a smile vanished from his face, leaving behind a calm so cold it made people uneasy.
"So," he said slowly, "Mr. Wight really did touch Miss Cruz inappropriately just now?"
"President Steele… this… I…" Johnson Wight's voice faltered, his words tangling together.
