"But Oscar offered bounties and hired assassins—even if the Dark Law Enforcer killed his son and lover, given his personality, he wouldn't go to such extremes, would he?"
James Smith furrowed his brows, propped his elbows on the table, intertwined his fingers, rested his forehead on his hands, and voiced his doubts.
"Perhaps..." Zhao Ze started to say but stopped abruptly, seemingly contemplating a more plausible explanation...
At that moment, Li Mengying's eyes suddenly brightened, her normally icy, snow-cold face revealed a rare glimmer of excitement. She spoke with urgency: "Perhaps Oscar has some fatal secrets in the hands of the Dark Law Enforcer!"
Li Mengying's abrupt change startled everyone present. For a moment, they were taken aback. James Smith saw this, gave a light cough, and brought their attention back. He turned to Li Mengying and said, "Meng Ying, elaborate on your thoughts."