A Rake's Signature Moment

Medical Center.

Late at night.

Parking lot.

Adam and Sandra went back and forth for quite a while over whether Adam should bear responsibility for the Tarot Card Killer case.

There was no helping it.

Having fixed values wasn't scary.

What was scary was having one's values programmed.

When a scholar met a soldier, reason meant nothing.

As long as Sandra refused to accept Adam's explanation, even if Adam said it was a revelation God had personally sent down for him, she could still say, "You say yours, I'll say mine."

Shuren Zhou once said, "Truth exists only within the range of cannon fire."

Today proved it.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going. You know I've been busy for three days straight. I need some rest."

Adam could not be bothered to keep arguing with her.

People whose values had already been programmed were generally very difficult to persuade.

Especially someone like Sandra, who believed herself to be the heroine of the world—and had even had that belief validated.

Otherwise, how could she alone charge into the lion's den, expose the false face of the baron's son, successful businessman, and rising political star, bring a murderer to justice, and clear the names of innocent victims with nothing but her far-from-fragile body?

Had she not seen what happened to the last woman who tried to expose the baron's son? She had been poisoned to death!

After Adam learned that she was that foolish female reporter, he had lost all interest in probing her true motives.

There was no need.

For an innocent fool like her, if fate—more accurately, the script—hadn't given her cheats, and the male lead hadn't been forcibly dumbed down, how could she possibly reverse the ending?

The drowning damsel-in-distress scene when they first met had already been