Margot LeClerc looked at Julian Vance with a mocking gaze. Her face was deathly pale, yet she managed a faint, tilting smile as she addressed him:
"A wise man knows when to yield, doesn’t he, Julian? If you ask the right way, I might just tell you everything I know."
Julian did not reply. Instead, he turned his head to look at Arthur de Molay.
Arthur, his expression clouded with a grim intensity, handed the file he had been perusing to Julian. Adelaide, sitting stiffly beside her uncle, had also just finished scanning the contents.
To Adelaide, the situation was bordering on the surreal. The intelligence in that folder—information she herself had leaked as the 'Phoenix Orchid'—had somehow ended up in the hands of 'Lancelot' the courier, who then passed it to Margot.
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