"You're smart, but you should also know what kind of person can truly keep a secret!"
I raised an eyebrow, not panicking. "I came alone because I was prepared. I set all the evidence to be sent through a secret mailbox on a timer. If I can't get on the plane, it will be sent to your husband. If I leave, it will disappear completely."
"Why should I believe you?" Her chest heaved violently with emotion.
"You have no choice but to believe me." I knew her weakness better than anyone.
After a lifetime of scheming, she knew what she wanted most. More than the police, she was afraid of her husband finding out who killed his beloved son. In this game, neither of us had a way out.
"Who are you, and how do you know so much?"
I remained silent, not answering. At this moment, the tug-of-war be
