Luna Williams' pale lips trembled; she had not expected Maverick Williams to step forward and take the blame for her.
Waylon Lewis narrowed his eyes. He didn't speak, just sat there quietly, and it was unclear how much he believed.
Those few minutes were extremely excruciating for them all.
Luna bowed her head and sobbed with a slight tremble, endless fear burgeoning from the depths of her heart.
"Tell me, who did you hire with the thirty million?" Waylon's voice was ice-cold.
Maverick's eyes flickered anxiously. It was clear that Waylon was doubtful of the truth.
If Maverick didn't speak now, or if he misspoke, both would serve as proof that he was lying.
Moreover, Luna was extremely anxious at the moment, but she dared not speak out, for once she did, it would prove that she was the one who spent thirty million to hire mercenaries to kidnap Hope Williams.
