Chapter 60

Rico walked over to the display shelf, having noticed Autumn glancing at it earlier. He pointed at Polaris and teased, "You gave that to him, didn't you?" If Autumn admitted it, Rico would no doubt start imagining all sorts of dramatic scenarios. She simply replied, "No." "Are you sure?" Autumn could barely tolerate Rico, but she still managed a polite smile. "Mr. Salazar, your imagination is truly impressive. But no, I really didn't give that to Mr. Faulkner." This time, she didn't wait for his response. She turned and left the house. Rico stared at the closed door and smirked. He picked up Polaris, flipping the cup over to reveal its name engraved in Toralish. He set it back on the shelf. His instincts told him he was right, but Autumn's calm, unreadable expression gave nothing away. She was like a seasoned fox—sharp and composed. Unable to let it go, Rico immediately called Dawson. Dawson answered, his voice clipped. "Yes?" Though Rico detected the cold tone, he pressed o