Viola took a glance at him and gave a perfunctory answer, “Ok, ok.”
Steven let go of her and followed her into the cafe.
Only a few of people were in the café. Viola was suspicious, outside the parking lot were at least hundreds of cars, why were so few people here? Did they all go riding horses?
Viola walked across the hall to a small table in the corner, where sat a man in a baseball cap.
“What did you find, Mike?” Viola sat down, crossing her legs and playing with her sunglasses.
Mike kept highly vigilance, as he was to open his mouth, he got tense as he saw a person.
Viola narrowed her eyes and followed along his sight. It was Steven. Shrewd could not be seen in her eyes. “What are you afraid of?”
Mike immediately came back to his sense, looked uneasy, but soon he opened his mouth, “Well, nothing, I am just vigilant.”
Hearing that, Viola gave a faint smile, threw her sunglasses on the table, “There are few people in this café and you are not doing shady work, you just helped me investigate some things.”
Mike lowered his head, baseball cap edge blocking his mouth. With both of his hands on his knees, he took a deep breath, to hide his psychological guilty.
It was a long time before he raised his head and said slowly, “There is nothing wrong with the horse farm. I misjudged it before.”
With unchanged facial expression, she raised her jaw and looked at him in a condescending manner, “Mike, what happened? You have different statement before.”
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