Dylan Wellington heard his subordinate's words, and a wicked curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
He glanced at Tom Nelson in the front seat and said with a smirk, "Tom, I've already told you, you can't fully trust what women say. Just because a woman is crying, doesn't mean you should lose your head. Sasha Hammond's face is swollen, but the handprint on her face is noticeably smaller than an average adult's hand. Take a closer look, doesn't it look like it could've been made by our Molly?"
"Sir, you mean... Miss Molly hit Sasha Hammond?" Tom Nelson immediately stood up with respect.
As expected of Mr. Wellington, he has such keen observation skills, no woman can escape his scrutiny.
Tom Nelson had handled dozens of women for Dylan Wellington—those who ended the relationship quietly, those who refused to cooperate, and even those still trying to climb up the ladder...
Even so, Tom Nelson couldn't develop the sharp eyes that Dylan Wellington had.
