What questions are you talking about?

Zsadin was calmly sitting on a stool surrounded by the same darkness. With Caleb sitting in front of her and a light howering above, the situation was similar to extracting information in a torture cell. The difference was just that Caleb and Zsadin had mixed feelings about each other. Both wanted to kill each other and die too. But there were questions and doubts, suspicion and mistrust.

Both knew well that they held the key to each others mysteries. But Caleb wanted her to trust him even if the outcome was worse than he could imagine.

Finally, Zsadin moved a bit, struggling with her still cuffed hands and coldly looked at Caleb.

"Mr. Orion, would you mind freeing away my hands?"

Caleb squinted his eyes and looked at her.

"I don't know my location!", Zsadin looked everywhere and then finally at him.

Receiving the assurance he wanted, Caleb moved towards her and slowly unlocked her hands. As soon as Zsadin flexed her hands, she punched him on the face, startling him.

"Miss Zsadin, what are-"

"One, you dared to kidnap me. Two, if you had directly told me I would have willingly had an audience with you. Three, my hands feel flexible only when I hit people! And according to me, these are valid reasons for hitting you!", her calm demeanour astonished Caleb but he smiled at her.

"What questions are you talking about?"

"You have arrested Brandon, right? You are curious as to what had happened at that time, aren't you?"

"I am sorry, but whatever you are speaking has nothing in relation to me!"

"Miss Zsadin, are you sure about that? Weren't your parents...", Caleb stopped midway as he realized that he himself was about to confess to some unspoken crimes. He glanced at the woman before him. She was truly dangerous, it seemed that he had let his guard down. But she had not. He desperately wanted to win her trust but ....

Zsadin smirked devilishly as she saw the changing expressions of her subject.

"Yes what were you saying?", she metaphorically emphasized on each word.

"I...I was just curious as to what you will be asking my uncle", cold sweat formed on his forehead as he sensed her icy gaze on him.

"Oh, I see. But those are Cannon's official investigations, I don't think I am eligible to ask him!", Caleb realized that he had completely lost, so he decided to use his last resort.

"How come you live with old man Lee? Wasn't he a prime suspect?"