Chapter : 8
Chapter 8 His expression became more and more grim as he continued to read the letter. And after his eyes trailed to the bottom of the page, he slammed it back to the table. Judging from his expressions, it was clear that we ruined his little party night. Fear crept into his eyes and he laid back on his sofa as his hands shook in fear. I could see little beads of sweat on his chubby face as he worriedly stared into the distance. It made me wonder what that letter says. But based on what I’ve seen so far and my knowledge of how ruthless the organization is, my best guess is that he’s about to die. “You don’t need to write back.” Canary cut off his deep thinking with her cold voice. “Just tell us what your answer is and we’ll let you enjoy the rest of the night.” Canary said and Mr. Martin
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