"Quentin," Nora Ainsworth began, deciding to test her theory. "Mr. Dalton just told us he's going to assassinate Lillian Bancroft in a little while."
After she spoke, she watched the man opposite her closely. He truly was a veteran of the criminal underworld; he didn't show the slightest hint of tension.
"Miss Ainsworth, why would I be foolish enough to say something like that in front of you? You must have a very low opinion of my intelligence."
'Just as I thought. Shameless!'
He wouldn't admit it. And without an admission, Quentin Grant couldn't do anything to him. Acting without concrete evidence was a major taboo in their world.
Even though both sides knew the truth perfectly well.
Nora Ainsworth's hand froze for a moment before she broke into a smile. "You're right. It was just a slip of the tongue."
Chloe Marshall suddenly stood up, her face scrunched in a grimace. "Nora, I got my period!"
Nora Ainsworth said hurriedly, "Then hurry to the restroom."
