What Did You Make Me Drink?

"The Quinns have helped you, so why are you trying to frame my uncle?"

Upon hearing this, Dalton's dazed expression vanished in an instant. The eyes behind his glasses flickered with a brief, fleeting panic. "Miss Shannon, as you said, the Quinns have helped me. How could I do something to repay their kindness with harm?"

"So, you introduced my uncle to meet with outsiders in private, and after he left, you collected bribes on his behalf? Are you gonna say that it was all just an accident?"

Her tone was light and unhurried, but each word landed in Dalton's ears like a heavy weight, making his heart sink uncontrollably, as if it had been plunged into icy water. A chill spread through his entire body, and his face turned pale without his control.

His hands, resting on his knees, silently clenched into fists, and his throat became dry and tight. "How did you know...?"