"Has it been that long?"
The Cook family's people had been waiting for three minutes, but Tarquin Cook had not returned, and they couldn't help becoming anxious.
Just then, Jordan came back alone.
He was covered in blood, with fresh red stains all over his fists and clothes.
"Tarquin Cook said he missed the old man and decided to keep him company!"
Jordan's casual remark sent chills down the spines of the Cook family's people.
Keep the old man company?
The old man had been dead for a long time!
He was underground!
Seeing the blood on Jordan, which was obviously fresh, a bold thought crossed their minds.
"Since Tarquin Cook is gone, we needn't wait for him anymore! Dad is lonely down there; he needs him."
Stacy Cook smiled faintly, yet that smile sent a chill down the backs of the Cook family's people.
"Dine! Let's dine!"
Abram Cook was the first to snap back to reality. As long as Tarquin Cook's death was not discovered, they would be the beneficiaries.
