LANCE DIXON
I saw Franco Laurent take a heavy sigh. "On my wedding anniversary. But if you're going to ask the exact time and scenario, I could say it's around eleven p.m. Everyone is having the time of their lives. Everyone was drunk. I could barely remember anything. The exact scenario I saw her is when she's on the phone. I was about to approach her, but she was not in a good mood based on her facial expressions. She looks like... she's having a battle with her caller. Nathalie and Karina, of course, were there for her."
Nathalie and Karina? "What are you about to say to Larissa, Mr. Laurent? And what are her friends doing? What do you think the conversation is about? Do you have any idea who's behind the call?"
He looks at me, straight in the eyes. "Well, it's not really important.
