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.

Lyse with him. Is Lyse

in Carl's voice

He loaded his

Carl's feet. He was terrified to his wits, unable

he finished his round

midnight when Winston

went there earlier, but he had since thought it through. He reflected on how his daughter had gained some weight

slightly regretful. If he hadn't forcefully imprisoned Alyssa, she wouldn't have jumped out of

felt more remorseful as he thought about

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

"Uncle Winston!"

turned

an exquisite white gift box, a friendly and warm glint flickering

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