Chapter 182: Face-off

"Explain myself? Explain what, exactly?" When Andre Walken barked that demand, a thin sneer tugged at Marlon Lambert's mouth. His voice came out level, ice under silk. "Gordon, Aya… are you two alright?" He didn't spare Andre another glance. Instead, he crossed to Gordon Yale and Aya Lambert, offering a small, unruffled smile. Marshall gave Gordon a slight nod in greeting. "I'm fine… Why are you here with Marshall?" Aya shook her head, her gaze settling on Marlon with open doubt. She knew...