Shire remained silent, holding the half-eaten apple in his hand, staring out the window with a pensive expression.
After a while, Lucia couldn't help herself and asked, "Don't you want to know who's targeting Mr. Dejoka?"
Shire's tone was calm yet filled with murderous intent, "Does it matter?"
Lucia gave a grunt.
Previously, she thought Shire only possessed remarkable talent in the military and business realms, but now it seemed Shire's gift for intelligence was also not to be underestimated.
For instance, he had just seen through Lucia's trick of using coffee to mask the smell of blood, and easily pierced her disguise with a lie.
Clearly, Shire knew that those capitalists on the surface were merely puppets, and even if they were all found and killed, it wouldn't mean Dejoka was safe.
