Chapter 832: The Injured Man

Huxley Watt finally sat back down, still visibly uneasy. Zariah Vance leaned forward, picked up the teapot from the coffee table, poured a cup, and handed it to him. "Have some tea, take your time." A playful smile touched her lips, her voice honey-sweet. As she offered the cup, Huxley's gaze lingered on her face for a moment. He knew Zariah's name; Felipe had introduced them at the door, and they'd already chatted a bit before. Back then, Zariah hadn't seemed unusual. Her tone was sweet, yes,...