Marcel Jefferson asked with a grin, "Mr. Robin Harper, you don't know Miss Delilah White, so how did your handkerchief end up in her home?"
Robin Harper was caught off guard. Marcel's question hit him like a thunderbolt, completely stupefying him.
The sudden twist took everyone by surprise, all held their breath and looked astonishingly at Robin Harper—
Unwittingly, Harper's face turned pale, a fine layer of sweat formed on his forehead. He subconsciously took out his handkerchief from the pocket of his chest to wipe the sweat. The next moment, he stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket in a panic!
"I…I…" His eyes darted around the room, his mind racing to fabricate a lie. "Actually…I do know Delilah White, yes, I've been to her home, this handkerchief... probably got left there when I visited her home, a handkerchief, that doesn't prove anything."
