Jameson was caught off guard by Remy’s direct question. Remy said to him, “Just send me that person’s full name, address, and photo. Nothing more.”

Then, he returned to drinking.

Jameson stared at Remy’s face with a fake smile. “I don’t need you to kill. All you need is to get hold of this person to make things easy for my men. That’s it.”

“Got it. Send me the details.” With that, Remy downed the last shot of vodka, rose from the seat with hands in pockets, and marched steadily out of the door.

Amazingly, he managed to walk straight even after all the drinking.

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the door behind him, leaving Jameson standing alone

a name. The search results returned a few news articles from many years ago, but the photos were

happened to enter the lounge. Staring at his shaking body,

eerie cackle while

ran out of breath from all the laughing. His normally pale face was colored with blush. “Jasper Beckett, we shall see. This

bone-chilling sensation spreading across her body as Jameson laughed like a maniac. She had a feeling that he might know the assassin from

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