Listening to Quincy Shaw, Summer Thorne lowered her gaze and sat in silence for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.
"First, I haven't accepted this as fact, because I know that everything requires proof. That's why, even now, I'm still trying to verify it. Second, even if I did believe it were true, I wouldn't think she was involved. From the very beginning, I've only ever suspected one person: you, Mr. Shaw. So, even if I do resent her and torment her, it won't be because of this. Understand?"
Quincy Shaw's expression didn't change much, but his gaze lingered on Summer Thorne's face for a long time.
From start to finish, Summer Thorne hadn't backed down in the slightest.
She knew the man across from her was not to be trifled with. If they truly became enemies, he could probably crush her with a single finger.
But she had nothing to fear.
At a time like this, she couldn't possibly be afraid.
Unexpectedly, however, when Quincy Shaw spoke again, the point he focused on was…
