Dylan Morgan's lips curled. He looked at Damian Fairchild, his eyes dark and deep, and said with a half-smile:
"When she was a little girl and wet her pants, I was the one who changed them for her. You tell me, how well do you think we know each other?"
A vein pulsed on Damian Fairchild's temple, and his clenched fist made a sharp cracking sound.
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Seraphina Quinn quickly interjected:
"Minister Morgan, let's not dredge up the ancient past. If you truly valued our childhood friendship, you wouldn't be making things so difficult for my cousin."
Dylan Morgan replied in a resigned tone:
