Quinn Ortega sat face-to-face with Audrey Macy, his gaze filled with sorrow.

Audrey Macy leaned back in her chair, idly picking at her nails, her demeanor far from the once timid and helpless image she had portrayed.

“Why?” Quinn Ortega finally spoke, his voice trembling.

Audrey Macy blew a fragment of her nail polish off her finger and glanced at Quinn Ortega. “Which matter are you referring to?”

“Are you involved in money laundering?” Quinn Ortega struggled to ask the question.

Audrey Macy sneered. “It’s all your fault. If you hadn’t trusted Nicole Hayward and handed everything over to her, she wouldn’t have uncovered my activities.”

“So you decided to...