When the call connected, Lionel didn't speak, waiting for Quennel on the other end to say something.
Quennel had expected to be met with a furious roar, but the line was so quiet.
For a moment, he thought he might have dialed the wrong number and even pulled the phone away to check the contact name. Seeing it was indeed Lionel, he finally spoke.
"I heard you went to see the elders. Were you perhaps expressing your dissatisfaction with their investigation and demanding they reopen the case?"
Quennel couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Lionel actually doing that, and offered a word of caution.
"If so, I'd advise you to just drop it. No one has ever questioned the elders about anything. If you do, it will only make them resent you more."
Lionel had thought Quennel was calling to taunt him about being a trending topic again.
He never expected him to still be talking about the leak. He had just managed to convince himself to put that matter aside.
The elders were done with it, yet here was Quennel, bringing it all up again. The anger Lionel had just suppressed instantly flared back to life.
"Quennel, everything done leaves a trace. Don't think you're some kind of mastermind. The elders may not be investigating, but that doesn't mean I'll stop. One day, I will make them see you for who you truly are."
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