Victor pulled his chair back slightly and watched until the last person closed the door, before slowly shifting his gaze back to the whiteboard.
Grant stood beside the whiteboard. Even through his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes appeared refined and reassuringly polite. He didn't rush to speak, but instead circled the conference table and sat down not far from Victor. It seemed he intended to turn this conversation into an equal exchange rather than a one-sided interrogation.
“Hello, Victor.” Grant offered a smile bordering on admiration. 'Evelyn speaks very highly of you. Honestly, she doesn't often give genuine compliments, so that piqued my interest.”
His tone suddenly softened as if he were deliberately dropping a difficult joke: ‘Especially after that bank van heist. You practically
