44: Secret Talk

Laird’s POV

I entered the holding area inside the Queen's Precinct accompanied by an old policeman. At my request to speak privately with Alan, the officer granted it by allowing Alan to sit in a small interrogation room without a glass.

I entered the room and saw Alan sitting in a chair. A pack of cigarettes and a bottle of mineral water were on the table, both empty. As I entered, Alan gave me a crooked smile.

"Welcome, Mr. Evans," he said cheerfully.

"What have you done?" I asked through gritted teeth.

The man just chuckled lightly, a stark contrast to my disgusted expression. Ever since the last time I saw him on stage with Fenella, I felt an explosive urge to wipe that smile off his face.

Alan intentionally provoked me, and every time he took control of Fenella with his whip, he would challenge me with his gaze. Not to mention, when he licked Fenella's ear, it made me immediately annoyed at both of them. If only I knew it would be like that, I certainly wouldn't have helped