Chapter 110

Carson had been silent. He was tired of arguing with the boutique lady, so he was silent. He just listened to the argument, but the longer it went on, the worse it got. The insults to her family were getting bigger and bigger, which made Carson even angrier. His gaze pierced through the hearts and fears of the people there, including the woman who owned the boutique.

At the same time, it was raining heavily, as if the sky was sharing Carson's anger. Even the lightning struck so hard that everyone cowered. It made everyone there even more frightened. They swallowed their saliva. Carson looked like the God of Thunder, who could kill them with a lightning strike from his hand.

In the chaos, Carson stepped forward, just one step, but his step was full of power and decisiveness. His face, usually calm and controlled, was now full of anger. His voice echoed in the room, firm and full of emotion.

"Alison and Paula are not thieves," she said, her voice full of terrifying certainty.

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