Chapter 233: The Fear she can’t ignore
POV: Roselle – God of Darkness, Mafia Queen
The moment the words left my mouth, Abigail's entire demeanor changed.
Her perfect posture stiffened, her knuckles turned white as she gripped her glass, and for the first time that night, her mask of confidence slipped.
She parted her lips as if to respond but nothing came out.
Ah, so she really didn't know.
I watched, utterly fascinated, as she tried to piece together the truth in real time.
Joshua, however, had no such hesitation. His lips curled in disgust as he scoffed. "Why the hell are we even talking about that lunatic?"
I turned my gaze to him, watching as his hatred bled through his expression.
"Lunatic?" I echoed, feigning curiosity.
Joshua leaned forward, sneering. "Yes. That bastard—Samuel Gebb. Everyone called him a 'genius,' a 'legendary investigator.' But he was nothing more than an obsessive madman who didn't know when to quit."
His voice dripped with bitterness, the kind that only festers when someone is completely overshadowed by another man.