"Oh? Is that so? If Mr. Hawthorne is so certain, then why would he personally hand those photos over to the reporters?" Julian Winslow raised an eyebrow. Despite his casual tone, he couldn't hide his intimidating aura, directly laying bare the purpose of his visit.
"I don't quite follow your words, Mr. Winslow. Why would I give the photos to the media? I'm the victim in all this. If you ask me, Mr. Winslow... you're the much more likely suspect," Jasper Hawthorne fired back without hesitation.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the private room froze, as if a silent war had already begun.
Ronan Fordham stood respectfully behind Julian Winslow. He looked at his boss and saw the man still wearing a warm smile, but Ronan knew a ruthless, murderous intent was already simmering beneath it.
Julian's smile only deepened. "Does Mr. Hawthorne lack the courage to admit what he's done?"
"How can I admit to something I haven't done?" Jasper Hawthorne countered.
