Nora stared at the chicken, which was frozen in place on the floor.
She took a deep breath and slowly raised her eyes to meet Nolan's.
"What is the meaning of this, Mr. Devereaux?"
Leonard had only told her to meet Nolan for a meal to get acquainted, not that she would have to put on a show for him.
"Tsk, didn't you hear me? I told you to kill the chicken."
"And you call yourself a forensic pathologist? The 'pride of the force'?"
Nora raised an eyebrow.
It seemed Nolan had done some research on her.
But he was clearly unimpressed with her professional experience.
Nora smiled faintly, folded her hands in her lap, and leaned back against her chair.
Her tone was light as she said, "Sorry, Mr. Devereaux, but we don't generally work on live poultry."
At her refusal, Nolan's brow furrowed.
The delicate air around him vanished, revealing him for the little devil he truly was.
"To put it bluntly, you're just scared."
"Tch, how boring!"
Nolan picked up his phone and sent a message. Then he propped one leg on the dining table, staring at Nora with a smirk.
He looked like he was waiting for a show to begin.
Nora frowned. Realizing what was happening, she was about to speak when her phone started ringing.
Seeing "Leonard" flash across the screen, Nora's heart sank.
She instinctively glanced at Nolan.
Her gut told her this was his doing.
"Answer it."


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