Samantha Tate lifted her head, her gaze fixed intently on Carson Flores's masculine profile.
"I want to hear the truth, can I?"
Carson Flores nodded, candidly admitting, "It's related."
Samantha Tate pursed her lips: "Can you be more specific?"
Carson Flores answered calmly, "Because he hired someone to kill me. If I couldn't fight, I would have been chopped to death by a group of people in the parking lot four nights ago."
Samantha Tate's eyes widened in shock: "He hired someone to kill you?"
Carson Flores nodded: "I'm just your fake boyfriend. You wouldn't think that just because he wanted to pursue you and be with you, I'd contrive to kill him, would you?"
Samantha Tate's expression suddenly relaxed a bit: "I see, so what was the deal with the car accident just now?"
Carson Flores replied candidly, "He hired someone to kill me, so I told the person hired that either he would kill his employer, or I would kill him—only one could live."
