Alberto unconsciously lit a cigarette, partly because the nicotine could help him focus and think.
On the other hand, cigarettes and smoke could mask some of his genuine emotional expressions.
His hand, holding the cigarette, covered a small part of his face.
Lance's words plunged him into deep thought, and he licked his lips, "Is there any chance that the problem came from your side?"
"Is there such a possibility?" he asked expectantly, looking at Lance.
Lance seriously reviewed in his mind the people he knew, then shook his head, "Basically, everyone who knew about this was in the car; they wouldn't risk leaking my information at the risk of getting killed themselves."
"And what I offer them, others can't."
Alberto's scalp itched, and he scratched it vigorously; he actually had some guesses in his heart but was unwilling to admit them.
"I don't know, Lance, I hope the problem doesn't come from our side, but it looks like you're certain it did."
