Twenty minutes later, in the tea room, Francine Howards and Kyle Kinston sat inside. Two cups of plain tea were placed in front of them. Francine was sipping the tea with interest, while Kyle's expression was icy cold. "Can you make things clear now?"
"Of course, I can." Francine smiled and handed the prepared documents to Kyle. "This is the information I found, the information about my mother's former fiancé."
