Chapter 42: Exchange of chips
“You agree, don’t you?” “Dear Detective.” A sweet smile, a soft voice, yet the tone sounded like a big mouthful of Saint Marguerite ice cream, melting into the heart, like…
“You agree, don’t you?” “Dear Detective.” A sweet smile, a soft voice, yet the tone sounded like a big mouthful of Saint Marguerite ice cream, melting into the heart, like…