Leaving the interrogation room.
Whether it was a coincidence or intentional waiting, Caroline Edwin immediately saw Blake in the hallway.
He was still wearing his white gown, which never seemed to tire people no matter how many times they saw it. Paired with his aloof and cold demeanor, it made him appear somewhat arrogant.
Caroline leaned against the hallway wall, her left leg casually resting on her right leg, "Director Fuller."
Blake looked at her, his eyes filled with ambiguous meanings.
After a while, he spoke indifferently, his voice as magnetic and deep as ever, "Little friend, it's not a good time for you to be wandering around the station."
Having a celebrity involved in a murder case is definitely not a good thing.
At his words, Caroline smirked, hooked the loose strands of her hair behind her ear, and her eyes teased him.
"Is Director Fuller worried about me?"
"No," Blake denied quickly.
