Carl thought Jameson looked extremely cool. Jameson was carrying a mesmerizing and manly vibe to him. He was sexy. He didn't understand why Alyssa didn't fall for such an outstanding man like Jameson.

Then, the target slowly moved over.

When it came close enough, Carl saw Jasper's picture on the target, and Jameson's shots had made a massive hole in Jasper's head.

"Amazing! You are such an amazing shooter, Mr. Schmidt. You have an eagle's eye." Carl clapped as he kissed Jameson's ass.

"It's too bad," Jameson said as he kept his gun.

"Too bad?"

"It's just a picture and not the actual person."

Jameson did not look at him. He simply took a white silk handkerchief to wipe his gun. "You were looking for me?"

"Mr. Schmidt, we have news about Mr. Taylor. Mr. Taylor had sought out Ms. Alyssa and Jasper tonight.

However, he did not bring Ms. Alyssa home with him." Carl's forehead was covered in cold sweat when he finished.

Jameson's eyes turned grim. "He didn't bring Lyse with him. Is Lyse still staying at Landon's

The tremor in Carl's voice became

eyes. He loaded his gun and shot at

feet. He was terrified to his wits, unable to utter

his round of bullets. His eyes were

midnight when Winston returned

but he had since thought it through. He reflected on how his daughter had gained some weight under Jasper's care, and his worried heart

Winston felt slightly regretful. If he hadn't forcefully imprisoned Alyssa, she wouldn't have jumped out of the window in

as he

to her, there wouldn't be a reason to live anymore. He would be too embarrassed to meet her mother down under. At

"Uncle Winston!"

and Neil turned around at

saw Jameson walking toward them with an exquisite white gift box, a friendly and warm glint flickering in

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