Life at the Top

Old and slouching, the man’s expression was filled with fear and unease. It was a rather pitiful sight.

“What’s your name?”

The man shivered and replied with a sorrowful expression and a heavy Brac County accent, “Dwight Hewitt.”

“I won’t waste time on unnecessary nonsense, and I’m sure you are well aware of what you’ve done. Take a look around the room, is there anyone here you conspired with?”

Shaun’s expression darkened immediately at Jasper’s words.

He glared at Dwight fiercely.

Just as the man looked at Shaun with hesitation.

“What’re you looking at me for, old man? Watch your words, no one in Brac City would dare to frame me for something I didn’t do,” Shaun stated bitingly.

“Did I ask you?” Jasper looked at Shaun.

this

was enraged. “Who do you think you are? What does me talking have to do with

who I am soon enough,” Jasper replied

the shipyard’s internal affairs. You’re growing old and I’d

one, no one will be able to threaten you or

as well

had never been part

small fry to be Jasper’s pawn, so there was no point

use this mole as a turn state’s evidence and expose the true

then pointed at Shaun. “It’s him, the general manager of the Wellington family’s shipyard. He was the one who found me and told me to cooperate with him. He said he’d give me

the 50 thousand, or I decline and

harm to the shipyard! I’ve been working at the shipyard for

like he

is that, old man? Do you want to f*cking die?