Chapter 20
The dim light obscured Alexander's face, revealing only the sharp yet elegant lines of his silhouette. Isaac could see him reclining on the sofa, his long legs stretched out, idly petting the green-eyed cat in his lap. He exuded an aura of both laziness and aloofness.
"Sic," Alexander said, his gaze fixed on Isaac, his voice calm and commanding.
Under Alexander's scrutinizing gaze, Isaac felt like a lamb being watched by a well-fed leopard—safe for the moment, but aware that the leopard could pounce at any time. Instinctively, Isaac wiped his forehead, though there was no sweat.
"Thank you, Mr. Moran." He sat down on the sofa opposite Alexander. A spotlight above illuminated Isaac—not too brightly, but enough for Alexander to see him clearly.
Alexander spoke again. "I have a few questions for you. If you answer truthfully and in detail, without hiding anything, I might grant you a reasonable request."
Isaac was taken aback. Wasn't Mr. Moran supposed to discuss a collaboration with him? Despite his thoughts, he cautiously replied, "Go ahead."
Alexander's eyes were sharp enough to pierce the darkness. "Six years ago, did V Group approach the Murphy family for a partnership, or was it the other way around?"
The Murphy family claimed that V Group had approached them, but Alexander had his doubts.
Isaac hesitated. "My wife and I tried to reach out to V Group's manager to express our interest in a partnership. We didn't have high hopes, but after talking with Harry Freeman, he agreed to give us the exclusive agency rights."
"What did you discuss?" Alexander asked.
"Just some ordinary questions, nothing special..."