The sinister man maintained his posture of handing her the fruit plate, his eyes chilling upon hearing her words.
Skye Lawrence didn't want to beat around the bush with him and got straight to the point. "The day before yesterday, Baron called me, saying Enna Clark had an accident and asked if I did it. I denied it because I really didn't know about this."
"So, you think I did it?" Oscar slowly withdrew his hand from midair, his face expressionless.
"I don't think; I suspect! Initially, I didn't aim it at you, but then my phone suddenly went missing. If you were me, would you believe your excuse just now?"
"I believe it." Oscar suddenly stood up from the chair, towering over her beside the bed, suddenly reaching out and grabbing her chin, leaning in close, "Whatever you say, I believe it! Even if you shot me and told me it was accidental, I'd believe it. Do you believe it?"
