Chapter 200 She’s a Suspect
Jean pressed her lips together.
She didn’t say anything. Her eyes shifted instinctively toward the tall man standing to the side.
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Carl’s sharp, handsome face was still as calm and unreadable <b>as </b>ever, not a flicker of emotion visible.
He looked like a silent statue carved from ice–just standing there, watching.
Jean’s lips twitched.
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<i>Seriously</i>? <i>You’re </i><i>just </i><i>gonna </i><i>stand </i><i>there</i><i>? </i><i>You </i><i>jumped </i>in with <i>one </i><i>line </i><i>earlier</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>now </i><i>you’re </i><i>gonna </i><i>pretend </i><i>you’re </i><i>deaf</i><i>? </i><i>You’re </i><i>really </i><i>just </i><i>gonna </i><i>stand </i><i>there </i><i>and </i><i>watch </i><i>your </i><i>subordinate </i><i>bully </i><i>your </i><i>own </i><b><i>sister</i></b><i>? </i>
Jean couldn’t help feeling annoyed at Carl’s silence.
Carl’s gaze shifted slightly, deep and unreadable, but he still didn’t move.
He was thinking.
Was his sister really involved with Abyssal Choir?
Queenie might be blunt and aggressive, but her instincts were razor sharp. She rarely called it w
Normally, he’d trust her judgment without hesitation.
But this time, the person she was using–was Jean. His once–shy, withdrawn sister.
He thought back to the way Jean had acted in Northara. Even back then, there were signs. Things about her that didn’t add up.
Could all of that be linked to Abyssal Choir?
Carl didn’t like jumping to conclusions. He wanted hard proof before taking action.
Right now, Jean was suspicious–but…
If Queenie really did take her in for interrogation, then-
“Well, look at you. Secret Service must think they’re hot stuff!” Jean snapped, pulling her gaze away from Carl and going full sarcasm mode. “Snatching people off the street, dragging them in without evidence- what, is civil liberty not a thing anymore?”
Queenie scowled. “Watch it, brat. If you’re clean, you’ll be released after the investigation-”
“Queenie.”
Carl’s voice cut through the air like a de.
Queenie turned her head sharply, expression ttening as she looked toward her superior. But when she met Carl’s cold stare, she smiled coolly. “Yes<b>, </b>sir? Orders<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Drop the investigation–for now.” Carl’s voice was t, but the weight behind it was undeniable.
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Chapter 200 She’s a Suspect
Jean blinked in surprise.
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<i>Oh</i><i>? </i><i>So </i><i>you </i><i>do </i><i>have </i><i>a </i><i>conscience </i><i>after </i><i>all</i>. <i>I </i><i>seriously </i><i>thought </i><i>you </i><i>were </i><i>gonna </i><i>stand </i><i>there </i>like a <b><i>robot </i></b><i>and </i><i>watch </i><i>this </i><i>whole </i>thing <i>y </i><i>out</i><i>. </i><i>Guess </i><i>you’re </i><i>not </i><ipletely </i><i>heartless</i>. <i>Good </i><i>to </i><i>know</i>.
Carl heard every word of it, of course–and his brows twitched ever so slightly.
Heh.
Not that he stepped in out of any sense of familial warmth.
He didn’t move to protect her because she was his sister
It was because the methods used during Secret Service interrogations weren’t exactly… gentle. People broke under that kind of pressure all the time.
And if something did happen to Jean in custody, Sienna would definitelye after him for it.
He had no interest in dealing with that mess.
So–better to hold off.
“I don’t agree,” Queenie shot back, refusing to stand down. “She’s got at least an 80% chance of being involved with Abyssal Choir. Why should I just let her go? You know how much effort we’ve put in tracking this group down. You really want us to throw away a major lead like this?”
Carl’s gaze sharpened like a drawn arrow.
The chill that radiated from his stare was enough to make Queenie flinch, her shoulders tensing automatically under the weight of it.
But even then, she didn’t back down.
She wasn’t about to give up her best lead without a fight.
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