Chapter 1151

Grace said, “Let go! Jason and I are over, and he doesn’t want to see me either. I think it’ll only make him angrier if you bring me in!”

Patrick glared at Grace. “Do you want Jason to kill someone? I don’t care if you guys are really over, but no one can die here today!”

With that, Patrick dragged Grace into the private room.

It was a private room, but it looked more like a hall that was about 200 square meters. It had a bar, a billiards table, a game table, a karaoke booth… and a small stage that could be used for performances.

A middle-aged man was on his knees, begging for mercy on a space that ought to be empty in the middle of the room.

There was a pair of tweezers, stained with blood, in front of the middle-aged man.

her blood seemed

had seen such tweezers before. Those scenes seemed to be imprinted on her soul,

wanted to. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she would once again dream of those

it would never understand such paint

Reed, forgive me, I was wrong. I dare not do it again. Really!” The man kept kowtowing. His face was bruised, and there was blood all over his nose and mouth. He had obviously

cold voice only

head almost stiffly and looked at Jason who was sitting

black trousers today, and that made his face look colder. His delicate features were still the same, but there

close to him. It was like a sharp sword. Once you got close to it, you were likely to

turned pale and clutched the tweezers with trembling hands. Just as

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