Neal Thompson can't escape now!
But now—
He had evidence!
He saw Flossie Wright playing on her phone with his own eyes; this was the most favorable evidence!
Neal Thompson was convinced that it was Flossie who had done it!
"Injuring my hand..." Taking a step forward, Flossie's eyes darkened slightly, filled with anger and a murderous intent that emerged from their depths. Her tone was slow but chillingly trembling, "Just that?"
A wave of cold air rushed towards his face.
In that instant, Neal Thompson felt his entire body stiffen. His rage and frenzy vanished in a flash, replaced by the creeping sense of dread from the bottom of his heart.
He had always been afraid of Flossie.
His bold confrontation had just been fuelled by the desire to protect Mia Lawson, and since he had the upper hand, his courage had naturally swelled.
But he had never expected—
One sentence from the other party had made him feel faint of heart.
"Do you know how high that cliff is?"
