Two accusations were being leveled at Ashley Bowen, and both were entirely unfair.
Ashley Bowen opened her mouth, trying to figure out how to explain. 'I can't just admit I secretly had a meal with Yuri Sinclair's private doctor, can I?'
Before she could speak, Yuri Sinclair cut in. "It was my fault. I got a sudden craving and asked her to go to that shop near my old university to buy some seafood."
The strong, fishy odor from the plastic bag had a distinctive scent—the scent of the owner's shop. Yuri Sinclair only had to smell it once to commit it to memory.
Queen Vance looked skeptical. She rose from her seat, walked over to Ashley Bowen, and pried open a corner of the plastic bag with her slender fingers. Peeking inside, she saw it was indeed dried seafood.
