DAPHNE’S POV“Maybe.”“Just maybe? The matter is so obvious, and yet it's only a 'maybe'?”“You never asked; it wasn't that I hid it.”He was definitely trying to drive me crazy.I took a deep breath, my shoulders rising high and my arms pinning tight to my sides to restrain my actions. I asked, “I sculpted those things. Lyssander and David said no one would buy them, so they threw them out. I need to know what you know about that.”“Coincidentally, the name on the paperwork for the purchase was David Henderson,” Theron stated indifferently, his eyes glued to the screen again.If I could, I would have screamed in his face to pay attention to me and talk about this seriously.Clearly, he was looking for a way to provoke my anger, but that achieved nothing.“Theron, please tell me more. Where did you buy these things, and how am I supposed to resolve this short of tearing their heads off?”I leaned over the desk, placing my hand over his hand that was holding a pen. The pen fell onto th
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