Since the situation had come to find him, he had no choice but to face it.
So from now on, he would fight tooth and nail against Oliver Winslow.
Although Oliver Winslow didn't say it explicitly, John Fame knew this battle was of paramount importance.
If he won, he would have Lissy Lock. If he lost, he might lose her forever.
John Fame gazed at Oliver Winslow with a piercing look, a faint smile on his lips, mocking either himself or his opponent.
He then spoke: "Oliver Winslow, you couldn't find Lissy Lock for the last ten years, yet you've found her now. In my opinion, your leads weren't discovered by you."
"Yes."
"If I'm not mistaken, last time when I took her to the gathering and exposed her before everyone, that's how you found her and traced her back to me.
Oliver Winslow nodded: "Yes."
"Well then," John Fame's finger tapped lightly on the tabletop, "what do you want me to do and what's your motive? To take Lissy Lock away?"
