I gritted my teeth. "I know that. You don't have to remind me."
"Then shouldn’t you be shedding a few tears or expressing some kind of sorrow?" Tory asked mockingly.
Just as I was about to lose my temper, something clicked inside my head.
That was right. If someone intentionally found a corpse that looked like Theo, did it not mean that someone wanted us to think that Theo was dead?
Then why did I not let them think that their plan worked so they would put down their guard?
When he saw that I had realized something, Tory sneered. "You’re not too
dumb, after all.'
This man did not know how to speak nicely.
"What are you planning to do?"
"What can I do?" Tory shrugged. "I have no plans at all. There’s nothing I can do. All I can do is wait anxiously."
I squinted at him. "Are you serious?"
"Of course."
After observing him for a moment, I realized that he was being serious. My expression fell. "What’s the meaning of this?"
"It’s exactly what it sounds like. Miss Lane, did you not complete your formal education? Don’t tell me you can’t understand something so simple?" Tory
retorted sarcastically.
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