Andre fumbled as he took out his phone, as thumbed through the menus Rhowell suddenly dived towards him, trying to grab the phone.

Rhowell was single minded… If Andre said there was a recording, there must be one.

Once that recording was played for everyone, he was dead.

Even if Charlie didn’t kill him.

The mafia would not let him live.

With all his strength Rhowell leapt forward, no matter the cost the phone must not survive.

No phone.

No proof.

He shot towards an unsuspecting Andre, mindlessly navigating his phone.

As Rhowell began to move, so did Wesley.

With lightning speed Wesley grabbed Rhewell’s wrist and bent it backwards.

Rhewell wailed in pain.

“Don’t destroy his hand, Wesley.” Charlie spoke nonchalantly.

do,

before he looked back at

is that if it weren’t for

words, Wesley nodded

to exert force, he turned around and said to one of his men

soldier immediately stepped forward, tied Rhowell’s

couldn’t help but kneel on the

Rhowell was waiting for the judgment of fate

the recording, turned the volume

Rhowell’s voice came, “Mr. Richie,

sleeping pills and poison in the wine in drinks of their family of

pills will take effect in about

will take effect in

make them fall asleep first, and the poison will make their respiratory system paralyzed and eventually

asked him, “A family of four? Isn’t there

home that night

guess she should be back very

thought her family was asleep

coldly, “You said

were

rest assured that I had asked someone

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