At five thirty p.m., a sleek Bentley sped through the bustling streets, attracting attention from passersby.
‘Terence, tell me about Brayden Scott and his wife. What’s the status of their relationship?’ Logan’s low and deep voice cut through the air.
Terence, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned back towards Logan. ‘Sir, everyone says they’re a sweet and happy couple,’ he replied with a tinge of uncertainty.
Logan’s forehead furrowed.
He hadn’t forgotten what he saw hours earlier.
If the Scotts’ relationship was so blissful, why was Brayden talking to Alessia and trying to grab her?
Logan posed another question. ‘Between Alessia Jansen and Connie Scott, who do you find more beautiful?’
Terence blinked, taken aback by the unexpected inquiry.
He stole a quick
