Yvonne Finley spoke with such calm serenity, her features gentle, and voice soft and slow. It was hard for anyone to perceive deceit in her words.
Now look at the man beside her.
His erratic behavior was on full display with his jet-black hair hanging below his eyebrows. The glaring white lights in the office were blinding. More than a dozen police officers milled around, sitting or standing, creating an oppressive atmosphere. No ordinary person could remain calm under these conditions.
And yet, he seemed as if he were just paying a casual visit.
With one leg casually propped up and his back lazily slouched, he toyed with the belt that he had just taken off Yvonne's hands, as if it were boneless. If he were anyone's child, this would be an act of utmost defiance.
If he were a boyfriend...
It was the classic behavior of a deadbeat!
In short, he didn't seem like a good person at all.
