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.

you do,

Wesley before

it

Charlie’s words,

force, he turned around and said to one of his

tied Rhowell’s hands behind him, and

but kneel on the

Rhowell was waiting for

recording, turned the volume to the maximum,

Rhowell’s voice came, “Mr. Richie, it’s

in the wine in drinks of

sleeping pills will take effect

take effect in about an hour

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

of

girl Claudia didn’t eat at home that night and said she was

she should be back

family was asleep and would

“You

that they were poisoned and

Richie, please rest assured that I had asked someone to

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