"Enna Clark didn't do it!" Baron Lawrence looked at her, his statement final and unequivocal.
Skye Lawrence's temples throbbed twice, as she struggled to control her emotions, her beautiful eyes piercing as she retorted, "How do you know she didn't do it? Don't tell me that just because she said to you yesterday that she was going to see the Old Master. You might fool my dad with that, but I won't fall for it so easily!"
"If she really told you yesterday that she was going to see the Old Master, you would have gone with her!"
Skye's gaze was sharp, and her words were merciless, "She went to see the Old Master, and right after that, something happened to him. The hotel's surveillance captured only her, and the things she made were found to contain toxins. With all the evidence laid out in front of us, why are you still defending her?"
