John showed up at Lana's apartment reeking of liquor and barely contained rage, then rang the doorbell.
"John, you're finally here! Have you been drinking? Come in. I'll make you something for the hangover." As she spoke, she reached out to steady him.
John turned slightly, avoiding her touch, and walked straight into the living room. The cold white light in the entryway made his expression look even darker.
He did not sit down. He simply stood in the middle of the living room and got straight to the point.
"Why did you hire someone to frame Sabrina?"
The smile on Lana's face froze for a split second. Then she quickly put on a wounded, confused expression and frowned slightly.
"John, what are you talking about? Frame her? I don't understand. Did you drink too much and start talking n
