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As soon as Culver stepped into the villa next door, he saw shards of the broken vase on the floor at the entrance.
If he hadn't dodged in time, he would have stepped on them!
"Mr. Joseph, who smashed this vase?"
Culver looked up at Joseph.
A thin layer of mist shrouded the space between Joseph's brows. His tall figure stood in the shadows. It was as if he was galaxies away, looking distant and cold. He couldn't be seen clearly.
Not a single ray of light reflected from outside the window fell on him.
The rest of Culver's words got stuck in his throat.
From the looks of it, there was no need to ask. The person who had smashed the vase must have been Lucille. Otherwise, Joseph wouldn't look so soulless.
"Mr. Joseph, where's Miss Jules?" Culver asked cautiously. "She's already smashed a vase. Could it be that you guys had another argument?"