Did he not trust him?
Nolan wasn't buying it.
With Sinclair's methods, there was no way he wouldn't have extracted every last detail after capturing him and the royal family's people.
"Care for a smoke, President Luther?"
Nolan wasn't in any rush to speak.
Instead, he picked up a cigarette from the table and glanced at Sinclair, his lips curling into a faint, composed smile as he spoke in a low voice.
"No need."
Sinclair's long, pale fingers toyed unhurriedly with the ring on his hand, his handsome features calm and indifferent.
"Go ahead, President Nolan."
Nolan nodded, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it.
Nolan took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Only after a moment did he speak again.
"I called you here in good faith, President Luther.
There's no need to keep testing me."
Amid the hazy swirl of smoke, the smile on Nolan's lips took on a deeper, more ambiguous meaning.
