Chapter 1809

"A white lie?" Tommy's face twitched. If Clinton had kept quiet, maybe it could have passed as well-meaning. However, he had flat-out exposed it—there was nothing "kind" about that. It felt like a slap to the face. Fuming, Tommy yelled, "Clinton, are you messing with me on purpose or what?" He was so angry that he started stammering, chest heaving like he could not catch his breath. But Clinton just smiled and said, "Come on, man. I didn't mean it like that. I really do think your plan had potential. We could find a con artist, pull a few strings to get him under control, and then have him help us out. I meant it." Tommy's eyes widened in disbelief. The guy was lying through his teeth, and he was doing it with a straight face. Still fuming, Tommy said, "Alright then. What if Matthew asked you the same thing? Would you give him the same answer?" Clinton glanced at Matthew, who did not say a word. Then, he turned back to Tommy and said, "Even if Matthew asked me, I'd say the same