"Now, lift your head up," he commanded.
Lissy Lock gritted her teeth and slowly raised her head, peering at John Fame. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Recently... have you been keeping something from me, hmm?"
"No." Lissy Lock outright denied it.
"Really, nothing at all?"
"Whether I do or don't is my business," Lissy Lock was getting annoyed, "It has nothing to do with you. We've already made it clear between us, John Fame."
Her words left John Fame speechless.
Exactly, she had her own life. Why did he feel the need to interfere?
Although John Fame didn't say anything, he watched her intently, not moving his gaze.
Lissy Lock stood there clutching the documents, darting her eyes around, refusing to look at John Fame.
John Fame turned around, one hand in his pocket, and uttered, "It would be for the best if I don't catch you with Walter Smith, Lissy Lock."
"I'm not with him."
John Fame responded coldly, "Ava Gibson came looking for you, doesn't that speak volumes?"
