The night was deep and quiet when suddenly, the voice-controlled light on the eighteenth floor came on.
"Young Master Nine."
Wyatt walked in the hallway, his cell phone charging, its screen lit up, casting his face in a pale light.
"Did you find out? Who did it?"
The person on the other end of the phone said, "It wasn't someone from Xavierston's side, it was Vigalanka."
Wyatt had guessed it right, the Hollandi incident had been pinned on the wrong person, and Paddy hadn't lost his life because of that article.
Click, Wyatt unlocked the door.
The lights inside the house were on.
"I'm back."
It was Miss Watson, sitting on the sofa, with Khalil Wright standing next to her, an interrogation setup.
Wyatt hung up his umbrella behind the door, changed his shoes, and entered: "Dad, Mom."
"You still remember you have parents?"
