Chapter 116- Why Is He Just With Towel?
LUCIEN' >< ><
Smith burst into laughter on the other end of the line—profuse, over-the-top cackles that echoed through the speaker like he was auditioning for a hyena role.
But even through the phone, I could tell it was forced, laced with that telltale nervousness
The laughs come too quick, too loud, like they're trying to mask a racing heartbeat or sweaty palms.
Nervous much? I thought, my frown deepening as I sat up straighter in bed, the sheets tangling around my legs.
Let's see how our beloved smith is going to act when he finds out that I know everything he think he is doing a good job at hiding.
"Wasn't it under your nose that millions went missing?" I fired off, my voice low, sharp and filled with disgust."
"As acting CEO, everything was on your watch. But instead millions is no where to be found."
He choked on his laughter, coughing like he'd swallowed a fly.
"Sir, what—?"
