Christopher Robinson knew something was off from the first sentence.
Is this a story?
This is a threat.
"Dead?" Even though he knew Amelia was bluffing, he still asked.
Amelia nodded: "Pretty much!"
Christopher: ....
....
"I paid you for a job, and this is how you do it?" In the car, Charlie Wood glared at the man with the hat next to him, furious.
Enraged and ready to explode.
Like a volcano about to erupt.
Ever since Zachary's death, he has been increasingly uneasy.
Anxious every day, even waking up frightened in his sleep, always fearing someone would come for his life.
After all, he was involved in Evelyn's case too.
If Zachary's death is because of Evelyn,
Would he be the next one to die?
Charlie Wood couldn't help but panic.
"You only told me to deal with her, but not how to do so. Yes, you paid me to do the job, but didn't I do it?"
Ben Clinton's cold voice sounded.
Charlie Wood looked at him, disbelieving.
