Ruth stared at Nicholson. "Whatever you want to know, how much do you actually know?"
"I honestly never imagined there'd be anything wrong with Aislin." Nicholson completely ignored Ruth's heavy gaze, just talking to himself. "That girl's head seems to be born with something missing.
She looks like she's got problems everywhere, but… those overly glaring flaws actually make her…
Tsk… for spy work, you've got to at least have enough intell… mm, observation, right?
Who would believe Aislin has any observation skills?
If you say she's putting on an act… mm… tsk, people who can take that kind of money, whatever else, have to be people who love themselves as much as those from Kamente Tower, right?
Someone who doesn't even cherish herself, how could she… she's not a god… mm…"
Nicholson snapped his mouth shut: the killing intent was almost leaking from Ruth's sharp gaze.
