CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65: COLD TREMBLE IN THE STUDY ROOM

Previously, she had thought that his eyelashes were actually quite long, but from this particular angle where she stood overlooking him, and with his eyes slightly downcast, it became even more apparent.

It’s rare for anyone to describe a man’s eyelashes as "like feathered fans," but at this moment, that’s all Mabel Quinn could think of. Thick, dark, and long eyelashes, gently fluttering with each blink, truly resembled feathered fans.

"Why are you here?" The elegant voice suddenly broke the silence in the study.

Mabel Quinn came back to her senses and quickly said, "I... bought some things and wanted you to try them." As she spoke, she placed several local specialties from K City, which she had bought today, all at once on his desk.

He paused his actions, glancing at the local specialties, seemingly a bit surprised, "What made you think of letting me try these?"

"You used to live in K City when you were a child, right? I thought you might not have eaten these for a long time and would want to have some..." She stopped midway, her almond eyes already meeting those suddenly uplifted phoenix eyes.

"You know I used to live in K City?" he raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Uh... I searched for information about you on the internet." She hesitated for a moment and then replied honestly. After all, with the advanced internet, there would be some information about a person of his stature online.

"What else does the internet say about me?" he asked, seemingly interested.

"It also says that you enlisted in the military at the age of 18, made significant contributions to the coastal defense and crime fighting in Falling City, participated in several special missions, and even suffered serious injuries because of it..." She recalled the information she saw about him online and picked some positive things to say.

He listened leisurely until she was parched from talking, and then suddenly said, "Did you also see on the internet that when I was nine, my mother died, and when I was seventeen, my father became completely insane and committed suicide?"

Mabel Quinn was suddenly silenced, feeling a layer of cold sweat spring to her palms, leaving her momentarily unsure of how to respond.

His gaze remained fixed on her, plainly waiting for her answer.

The entire study was oppressively silent.

After a long pause, Mabel Quinn finally mumbled, "I did see that your mother passed away when you were nine and your father passed away when you were seventeen, but I didn’t know your father... went insane." The last two words were spoken with some difficulty.

There indeed were no claims online saying Easton Kinston was a madman. Who would dare call the former head of the Kinston Family a madman so easily?

"True, no one would dare to put that on the internet yet." Kyle Kinston said nonchalantly, casually picking up the K City specialties Mabel Quinn had placed on the table, "You suddenly giving these to me can’t just be because I used to live in K City, right? Or are you trying to plead for your friend?"

He hit the nail on the head.

Mabel Quinn nodded candidly, then cautiously observed Kyle Kinston’s expression and said, "Well... would you be willing to let that reporter go?"

"What, do you think by giving me these few specialties, I would let that reporter off the hook?" He chuckled. She felt awkward; her living expenses were limited, and she could only afford some cheap items.

"Do you know why that reporter offended me in the first place?" he questioned back.