Shane Winchester was briefly stunned, as if he hadn't expected her to relent so easily.
Before he could speak, Jackson Sully choked up again and said, "The stuff is at a Swiss Bank, under the name of a man called Jack, the password is..."
Shane Winchester pursed his lips and stared at Jackson Sully without saying a word, watching that woman who looked as delicate as a doll. An unnameable irritability surged within him; the streaks of teardrops on her cheeks seemed to transform into a fleet of cargo trucks, leaving deep tracks as they rumbled across his heart.
He had obtained what he wanted very smoothly, hadn't he?
Although there had been a slight accident, things had turned out to be far simpler than he had thought, hadn't they?
But why did he feel not at all happy at this moment or even a bit dazed?
He had schemed for so long, yet now he had attained what he wanted so easily in an instant; why did it instead make him feel choked up?
