Adela’s calm and assertive tone was too composed, even Bard’s friend started doubting. He turned to Bard and asked, “Did you actually investigate this properly?”
Bard sneered coldly. “Why would I need to investigate? Susan told me herself.”
Everyone gave Bard a blank stare, the words “brainless fool” practically flashing above his head.
How ridiculous did one have to be to accuse someone based solely on one sentence from Susan?
Even Bard’s own friend found it unreliable and tugged on his sleeve, whispering, “Better send someone to check the facts. If she really did it, we’ll make her pay for every bit.”
Because it was his buddy, Bard didn’t embarrass him on the spot. But when he turned back to look at Adela, his eyes were laced with venom.
He growled with hatred in his voice, “I, Bard Campell , don’t let things slide. No matter how well you act, this is personal now—and I’ll definitely get my revenge.”
The moment his words dropped, the air turned icy cold.
Then came a man’s voice—calm
