"What do you mean by that? Illegal money?! My work and money are legitimate!" York denied it, a tinge of guilt in his eyes.

The mediator changed the topic and asked casually, "By the way, I went to your parent's house yesterday and talked to them. Your parents have a heavy Solarian accent. Are they Solarian?"

"Yeah. My parents used to live there."

"Are you from Solaria too? Why did you settle in San Marco? Solaria is much better than San Maroc," the mediator chatted as if making small talk.

"There's too much pressure in a big city. It's smaller here, but life is comfortable."

"Right." The mediator smiled and added abruptly, "I almost forgot to mention. The guy you hurt wanted me to ask you about Ms. Hall. He wants you to do as he says and pay up, otherwise, he'll tell the public and expose you."

"Ms. Hall..." York's face paled slightly, but he tried to hide his panic. "I don't quite understand what you mean by exposing me, but I was a witness in a case some years ago. The deceas