"R-Rafael, have I done something wrong? Did someone say something about me to you?" Alice sobbed, her voice trembling with feigned innocence.
She subtly glanced at Hera, as if implying that it was Hera who had been sowing discord behind her back, suggesting that whatever was said about her might not be true.
Unfortunately for Alice, Hera hadn't mentioned her at all in front of them, so her attempt to shift the blame onto Hera only served to anger Rafael and the others.
They weren't so easily fooled by Alice's subtle hints. All of them were seasoned businessmen and politicians, accustomed to dealing with cunning figures in their fields—old foxes who were as deceptive as landmines.
Over time, they had developed a sharp eye for reading subtle expressions and underlying cues.
