She had guessed what Jerry Jenkins had done.
The fire, it must be related to Michael Gallagher.
Watching the door slowly close, Scarlett Jackson's only hope was crushed.
She smirked, who should she turn to for help? Molly Walker would probably applaud at her death.
The door had completely closed, and she could now see everyone in the room.
Seven or eight men sat on the chairs, on the bed, all looking at her maliciously.
"What... what do you want to do?" Scarlett Jackson turned to Jerry Jenkins, "This is a legal society, anything you do to me is illegal."
"Fortunately, I've done many illegal things, I'm not afraid to do a few more." A man with a scar on his face stood up in the room.
"How much did you hear?" Jerry Jenkins' smile was somewhat chilly.
Scarlett Jackson bit her teeth nervously: "If I say that I did not hear a single word, would you believe it?"
"I wouldn't believe it." Jerry Jenkins grinned evilly.
