Messenger

Elysande's eyes widened in disbelief and she involuntary got to her feet, loudly striking the oak table with her fists. "What did you just say?!"

Adam's face was indifferent, his eyes deeply scrutinizing the woman in front of her. With the help of the white lotus, he could truly sense the genuine shock emanating from her subconsciousness.

So she's not the one, huh? The youth thought to himself.

Elysande had always been his prime suspect. After all, according to him, the one to benefit the most from Brigham Flynn's death was his eldest daughter who would be set to inherit everything.

But now it would seem that she wasn't actually the culprit. Adam was sure of this because although it was possible for one to fake their facial expressions, it was nigh impossible for them to alter their subconscious emotions. It was something that came naturally.

Elysande glared at Adam with bloodshot eyes. "Tell me who it was!"