She looked at him, and he stared back at her.
In Lilac Serval's eyes, there was only astonishment, unsure how to begin speaking.
Charles Mcintosh, however, was calm, as collected and composed as ever.
"You're from the Cheney Family, and aren't I as well?" Lilac Serval said indifferently, "Does that mean I can also serve those ten years for Mr. Cheney? I'm just idling at home anyway, and I don't even know what prison looks like."
As she spoke, Lilac Serval laughed.
"Is prison fun?" Charles Mcintosh lowered his voice, his deep tone carrying a hint of severity and rebuke.
"It's not about fun; it's just that I'm an orphan with nothing to hold onto. Plus, my life now is as dull as plain water, truly uninteresting."
"Lilac Serval, don't even think about such an idea! You're so brainless, the court will sniff out the truth immediately. I'm different; I know the Cheney Family like the back of my hand, always at Mr. Cheney's side."
"Who the fuck are you calling brainless?"
