Lola stared up at Ethan, slowly standing up with the papers and pictures fisted in her hands. "How can this be possible?"
"How crazy do you think I am to believe this?" Max muttered under his breath, savagely sauntering to where Ethan stood.
"I'm sorry, but that is the truth. I had to ask Halifax to get strands of the president's hair and I also took yours and sent it to the doctor who verified that both matched. I made sure it's legit intel before I came to report it to you." Ethan replied.
The response was followed by silence as Max paced around the room. He walked to the window, tried to pick interest in the beautiful view which he had enjoyed before the curse, now, it feels like it's been ages since he last stood there. It was a futile attempt to stop grinding his teeth. It's gradually becoming a habit of his to grit his teeth when he's angry and nervous.
