Spoiled by Mr. Russell

Rhea watched Mike’s expression and maintained her posture without moving. After a while, she slowly withdrew her hand as if she had already believed him.

However, Mike remained motionless, leaning against the wall desolately. “Just kill me. Kill me, and I’ll be relieved!”

“What are you talking about?” Rhea said coldly. “You don’t want to save your son anymore? Do you honestly think he’s already dead?”

“Whether he’s dead or not, what difference does it make? Can you help me save him? Alexander couldn’t do it, so how can you?” Mike turned to look at her and noticed the long needle she was holding.

The needle was no ordinary sewing needle or a regular hospital needle. It was longer than usual.

‘If that’s what Rhea pressed against me earlier, it’s safe to assume it can pierce my clothes and penetrate my internal organs.’

thought, Mike broke out in

glanced at him, saying, “How do you

where the organization is, so how can you expect to find my son? If Alexander couldn’t do it, how could you?”

unbothered and calmly said, “Ever heard of ‘practice makes perfect?’ Besides, not knowing the organization’s location doesn’t mean I

you saying?” Mike instantly became alert, sitting up and

had always believed the “boss” was an executor, and the organization decided everything based on their intentions. However, Rhea claimed it

just asking me to kill you?” This

“I don’t care if you kill or tear me apart as long as

retracting her needle. She continued, “Let me tell you something. The situation with your son was the boss’s

to hear Rhea’s words, whether true or false. After all, he could only discern the truth

doesn’t hold much value to the organization