"Master Leland, I really don't know what you're talking about!"
Master Leland got annoyed, slapped the redwood table, and stared at her fiercely, as if he would tear Sienna Johnson apart if she dared to defy him.
"Stop playing dumb! I know it was you who dug up my Leland Family's grave!"
"Where's the evidence?" Sienna Johnson looked at him and said coldly.
Master Leland didn't say a word, just stared intently at the woman in front of him. She was slippery like an eel and hard to catch.
"Master Leland, no evidence, right?"
"..."
Sienna leaned forward, her eyes deep. "Master Leland, there's no need for pretty words like writing off the grievances between us. You just haven't found any evidence, so there's nothing you can do to me. That's why you lowered your stance and came to beg me. Considering how much you care, even willing to lose face for your ancestors' remains... I guess if I really produced the remains, you'd deal with me right afterward."
