JUN'S, POV
"Do you have any evidence?" she asks, crossing her arms.
I glance at my phone. Sure enough, Xion's message is waiting, with an attached file. I barely glance at it before handing her my phone, letting her read. If she's smart, she'll notice who's behind the message. Anything coming from the king of the underworld is unquestionable—it's a stamp in itself. And she knows damn well my connection to him.
I haven't read the evidence fully, but a quick glance confirms what I needed to see. Countless messages, emails, and calls exchanged between them. Jason's financial statements show he's drowning in a billion-dollar debt, loan sharks after his neck. Desperation makes for strange bedfellows. That's why he's partnering with Yifan.
"But that doesn't mean my son would go as far as killing his father for money. Jason won't stoop that low, right?"
I smirk, eyes narrowing. "Is that a question for me, or are you asking yourself?"