[Leo’s POV]
I keep my gaze fixed on the blue-haired bastard’s as he carefully watches my hand until I pull out a slip of paper and hold it out to him.
“What is that?” He asks, eyeing me.
“It’s a transfer slip.” I explain.
If I wanted to properly get rid of him, I couldn’t have him anywhere near or my songbird; otherwise, there was the slightest chance we could be involved. Of course, I already knew that I could be considered a suspect given the fact he watched me kill someone, but I would deal with that when the time came.
“After what happened today, there is no way that we can continue filming the music video.” I explain. “And since I feel that you and Brielle have already recorded enough songs for your album, it is time that you went to work by yourself.”
“You don’t say,” the blue-
