"Ethan Lockwood, you really spared no expense this time. But I'm no fool. You can't deceive me."
Sonia Quincy was convinced Ethan Lockwood was behind this, but he felt incredibly wronged—a victim of a great injustice.
"Sonia Quincy, I'll tell you one last time—they're not my people!"
"I only sent Janet Armstrong to cause trouble for you. After Renee Sinclair ran her off, I haven't made a move on your house since!"
"Hmph..." Sonia Quincy sneered, saying nothing.
Her silence was exactly what made Ethan Lockwood's composure shatter.
"Sonia Quincy, we had a history, for God's sake. You really don't believe a word I say?"
Sonia Quincy simply raised an eyebrow, staying silent.
Ethan was getting agitated. "Sonia Quincy! You've known me for so long. When have you ever seen me go to such lengths to explain myself to you?"
"I have," Sonia Quincy said breezily.
"...Seen what?" Ethan hadn't processed her words.
