Chapter 932

Provoked by the beauty, Carl flared up in anger—but only for a brief moment. He knew his limits all too well. Fighting Tang Jinzhou? That would be suicide. Quickly putting distance between himself and Tang, Carl scoffed. "A man of principle never resorts to violence or steals others' projects." Tang Jinzhou remained silent. Carl’s misunderstanding only deepened Shen Rou’s trust in him—likely the very reason Beckett had kept the truth from Carl in the first place. Because Carl was painfully transparent. Every emotion played out plainly on his face. His anger and resentment toward Tang Jinzhou weren’t an act. He simply wasn’t that good of an actor. Shen Rou knew Carl well enough to recognize he couldn’t fake emotions, at least not this convincingly. Madeleine, though she also displayed disdain for Tang Jinzhou, was a skilled performer. Shen Rou wouldn’t easily take her at face value. "Birds of a feather flock together," Carl sneered, his bravado confined to words today. "Some people are