"If it is a miracle, any sort of evidence will answer. But if it is a fact, the proof is necessary." - Mark Twain
He stopped pacing and turned towards her. He stared at her, expressionless. "Do you even know who is the father of your baby?"
"This is a business deal, Mr. King. No questions asked. However, I will answer a few questions that can help to find my daughter. It's a fair deal."
His icy gaze drilled holes into Maya. "Fair's got nothing to do with it. A shark can always smell another shark, no matter how far apart they're swimming in the ocean."
Maya refused to let him bait her, so she kept silent. Alex kept staring at her intently, like she is a fascinating puzzle. She can see the wheels spinning in his brain.
"Why are you doing this?"
Alex raised his eyebrows in surprise but knew enough not to speak or interfere.
