I frowned and finally stopped questioning him.
After that strange moment between us, my mood unexpectedly felt lighter. Leaning my head against the car window, I slowly drifted off to sleep as the city lights blurred past.
From the front seat, Noah spoke in a quiet voice.
"Mr. Norton, I've finished investigating the incident from two years ago."
Finnick turned slightly. His face had returned to its usual cold, controlled expression.
"Did you find him?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Where is he now?"
"He's been detained, just as you ordered. Mr. Norton, what should we do with him? Should I have my men teach him a lesson?" Noah asked.
Finnick's lips pressed into a thin line.
"A lesson?" he repeated slowly. "That's too light."
His voice dropped, colder than before.
"I'll deal with him myself after I take Vivian home."
"Yes, sir," Noah replied.
By the time the car reached the Norton residence, I woke up.
I blinked sleepily and looked at Finnick.
