Karl Moore definitely could not use a gun in front of so many reporters.

Jill was certain of this, but she still felt panic when she saw Karl Moore approaching her step by step.

"W-What are you doing?"

Karl Moore smiled and suddenly held her hand.

He aimed her dagger at his chest and exerted some force.

"Aren't you looking for someone to die with? Why are you making things difficult for the child? As her father, I have let her down along with you.In that case, why don't I accompany you?"

Jill was stunned.

She subconsciously pulled the knife back.

But Karl Moore pulled hard and stabbed himself in the chest.

The tip of the knife pierced his skin and blood flowed out.

Jill's eyelids twitched.

However, Karl Moore did not seem to feel any pain.

His eyes were still filled with anger and determination.

"Look, as a father, I didn't even know that I had a daughter.As a mother, you didn't treat her well, either.The child doesn't owe you anything.It's clearly the two of us who owe the child.Since you want to find someone to die with, then I'll do it with you! Why make trouble for our daughter? Don't you agree?"

He squeezed the knife against his chest again.

"Come, use a little strength and it will go in.Then, you will kill yourself.This way, we will be repaying our debt to our daughter!"

"Lunatic!"

Jill watched as the knife stabbed into his chest.

She was so frightened that her hands relaxed and she took a few steps back.She shouted angrily, "Lunatics, you 're all lunatics!"

But Karl Moore held the knife and played with it in his hand.

"Aren't you killing yourself?"

Jill glared at him.

Karl Moore said, "Why must you make things difficult for your daughter? Do you have to see her unhappy? Can you Stop disturbing your daughter's life?"

With just a few words, he changed the topic.

Jill still wanted to say something, but Karl Moore took a step forward and said, "You regret it again? Then, come, kill me..."

Jill retreated.

Karl Moore took another step forward.

"Are you dying or not? Speak frankly! If you're not...then get lost!"

Karl Moore's expression suddenly darkened.

Jill had seen how terrifying he was.She was so frightened that her entire body trembled.

Then, she ran out.

you're

the reporters no longer

said, "It's not easy for you reporters to come here.How about this? Everyone,

he gave

something and greeted

a wealthy family like the Smiths? When they heard this, they

welcomed inside

and reporters to build relations with each other so that the reporters would refrain from spreading

by

family head, Joel no longer needed

landed on Tanya and Karl

looking at Karl

could have stepped in and settled

ways to deal with someone as shameless as

anyone present could

made a move and

goal was to help him get

the looks of it, it

settled in, the group returned to the living room of the residential

on Karl Moore's

are

Nora could say anything, Karl Moore said, "It's not serious, not serious! It's just the

His words stunned Tanya.

get

he not be injured after being in the mafia all year round?

"Not often.Just occasionally.Occasionally...hehe..."

head and revealed

you by your

"...

and said unhappily, "It's your mouth, I

tone was

Karl Moore was overjoyed.

from his pocket in excitement and handed it to

this card is for you...You can buy anything you want!

her the car keys in his

and this.I bought this car when I came back to the country.It's not very functional, though.Drive this

need a house? Can

the card and keys to him

buy them

looked elsewhere, but

honest, Tanya had been disliked since she was young and her mother had hated her

know who her father was, she was already used to living alone.She

the black card in his hand and

but Joel

doesn't lack anything.You don't have to worry about

looked at Joel and finally

I'll take the card back, then'’ With that, he looked at

if he would be satisfied if Tanya could

Tanya sighed.

"You...can leave now"

disappointment, but he knew that such

old.She was

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