Meters away, Scar holds her breath subconsciously, worried the two men outside the door might hear her. They can’t. She is just too nervous with a million questions blowing up in her mind.
Silco is…Johnny Vanderbilt?
There was a moment where she actually did suspect this possibility, but Silco was on the auction when Vanderbilt also showed up…
Wait. They both showed up, but never at the same time.
Could it be?
“What’s that?” It’s Johnny Vanderbilt’s polite but cold voice, with a hint of perfect confusion.
At this moment, Scar wants so badly to sneak over and peek at Johnny Vanderbilt. If he is really the man she has been living with, she would know. But even if there is a peephole on the door, she wouldn’t dare for fear of tipping them off.
She stands there and listens, quietly.
“You want to start with playing dumb? Sure,” Sebastian’s voice sounds hoarse, as if he just ran a ten-kilo. “May I ask why you just knocked out three of the Green’s guests then?”
“Personal vendetta,” Johnny Va
