The arrival of Ai brought a wave of confusion and unease among the elite fathers.
Her presence alone was enough to send ripples of tension through the air, especially since even from her subtle gestures, it was unmistakably clear whose side she was on — Al's.
Santo, the head of police, stepped forward to greet her and demand an explanation for this sudden appearance.
"Miss Aiza, good afternoon," he said politely, opening with formal courtesy.
Yet Ai barely acknowledged him. Her gaze briefly brushed over Santo, then drifted toward the others — cold, unreadable, calm in a way that only intensified the weight of her silence.
She merely nodded lightly, her expression opaque, as if silently commanding them to explain this absurd mess first before she even bothered to ask.
Santo felt a sting of discomfort at her arrogance — but even more so at his own restraint.
