Chapter 357

Kirk took out a cigar from the box on the table, put it between his lips, and lit it up. Smoke rose in billows, shrouding his face so that his expression was hidden.

Usually, when he was with Caroline, Kirk didn't smoke much. For one thing, he didn't want Caroline to inhale the second-hand smoke.

For another, he worried that the expensive cigars would betray his identity to Caroline, and he wasn't used to smoking cheap cigarettes.

Thinking about how he wouldn't have this worry again in the future, the look in Kirk's eyes became grimmer.

The tension that rose from this nearly suffocated Charles. He defended himself in a pitiful manner.

"Sir, there's really no way that it was me. Think about it. I follow you around every day and hardly ever interact with the madam. How could I have given away your identity?"

Kirk looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Alright, it's not you. Then who was it?"

Hearing this, Charles knew that Kirk didn't suspect him. He secretly let out a breath and wipe