"Because he spends all his time in bars chasing women. His mother can't control him, so she specifically called me to come to the bar and drag him out."
The man's voice was flat and matter-of-fact, with no emotional fluctuation, yet it carried a powerful, unseen pressure.
"I just never expected that Miss Yara would be the one to nearly bash his brains out."
Seraphina Quinn was at a loss for words.
She pressed her lips together for a moment before speaking as calmly as she could. "Fairchild, there are security cameras at the entrance of the bar. Jude Garrison's fall was an accident..."
Damian Fairchild raised an eyebrow, his unruffled tone tinged with a hint of amusement.
"Isn't he your boyfriend? Are you explaining so hastily now because you're trying to shirk responsibility, Miss Yara?"
Seraphina Quinn felt choked with frustration.
She laughed out of sheer anger.
