Chad Yakov calmly parted his lips.
"Is that so?" Chester Yale, who had been silent all along, suddenly parted his lips.
His tone was chilling as he posed the question.
In his demonic pupil, a light flickered that pierced through everything.
All it took was one glance from him to send shivers down someone's spine, even if they were telling the truth, let alone a lie.
People with poor psychological endurance simply couldn't withstand it.
"Since you haven't seen Stella York, then why did you go to the Scott Family Villa yesterday and only come back now?" Chester Yale signaled the butler to pour him a cup of red wine, his slender legs crossed as he leaned back against the sofa cushion.
He held the red wine glass in his hand but did not rush to drink. Instead, he stared at his youngest son through the wine glass.
Upon hearing this, Evelyn Sherman seemed to find something amiss and followed to look at Chad Yakov.
