If it had been half a year ago, Lynch saying Nell's coworkers were a bunch of thieves would likely have enraged the honest man, causing him to slap the table and point at Lynch's nose, telling him how ridiculous his words were.
Those people aren't thieves; they're just unfortunate souls who can't see a future due to life's pressures, merely struggling to survive. If they're thieves, they only stole hope.
But at this moment, Nell didn't feel any anger at the word thief; at most, he felt some discomfort, some displeasure, slightly dissatisfied with Lynch's remarks.
The change in his social status has already begun to help him say goodbye to his past life. A new big house, a car of his own, and even a walk-in closet he never dreamed of, filled with respectable suits and accessories.
These changes were like a sharp dagger, completely cutting off the past from the present.
He nodded, "Yes, I know about that incident. I'm lucky I didn't join them. Is the case finished?"
