Lorelai York saw the agitation in his eyes and repeated, "I said, she's already left Kingsland."
Damian Fairchild's voice was chilling. "Whose idea was it?"
Lorelai York raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"Does it matter whose idea it was? The important thing is that the York and Sommers families would only drop the case if she left. That's the only way you could get out of the police station."
Damian Fairchild's expression was glacial, his presence radiating a terrifying, sinister aura.
Just then, Lorelai York lit a cigarette and held it out to him. "Want one? It's your favorite brand!"
Damian Fairchild's mood was foul.
He felt an unprecedented sense of agitation.
So when Lorelai York offered him the cigarette, he took it without the slightest hesitation, put it between his lips, and took a deep drag.
Seeing this, a knowing glint appeared in Lorelai York's eyes. She said to him nonchalantly,
