David Sanders waved the paper in his hands, looking around as if to tell them how much this matter was under his control. Suddenly, the expressions of everyone present began to subtly change.
His gaze surreptitiously lingered on Yvonne Finley, who remained as poised and composed as always.
Even the words of David Sanders, revealed to a third party, were enough to make one's skin crawl.
Could it be?
Could it really be true?
If so, that would be truly terrifying!
Gossip has always been a deadly weapon throughout history, formless yet capable of ruthlessly tearing at a person's flesh. Every word, every speculative, horrified, hateful, excited, and confused look felt like a silent, potent curse.
Yet no one would admit to wielding such a weapon.
The circumstances became muddled and aggravating, as if Yvonne Finley was stuck at a crossroads, one wrong move away from a disastrous fall.
