The brass chandelier in the main dining room of the Valentino residence emitted a warm golden glow, falling upon the mahogany wood table where three dinner plates were presented perfectly.
Outside, a drizzling rain drenched the majestic Upper East Side area, creating a soothing, monotonous rhythm. However, inside the room, the interwoven silence felt so packed with hidden puzzles and tension.
Clarissa Molina Valentino sat on the left side of the table, stirring her cream soup without interest. Her beautiful face appeared dim. Her gaze kept shifting between her father, Garrick Valentino, and her best friend, Valera Dawson, who sat opposite her.
Ever since Arthur Dawson's intrusion incident at Columbia Law yesterday afternoon, the seed of suspicion inside Clarissa's mind had taken deep ro
