Meanwhile, Derek glanced at the rear mirror to check Lewis on the rear seat. Derek expected that Lewis would be a little different from usual with that memory of Lewis and Devon playing on the see-saw.
But what was this? It seemed nothing changed. Lewis was just silent, staring outside the window as if contemplating which devil should possess his body today. Derek's brows quirked when Lewis spoke.
"Quentin." His tone was cold, almost like a block of ice fresh from the fridge. "Derek, about Miss Lin, find out if she had an acquaintance named Quentin and run a background check on that person."
Lewis couldn't forget about that name. The way she trembled under his grip, and how terrified she sounded when she spoke those ambiguous words etched deep in his mind. Lewis didn't let her notice how bothered he was, and how his blood boils with his imagination running wild.
"Yes, young master," Derek answered in the same stoic tone.
