Sam Jones. Keith never thought that he would go this far just because of one project. Is that really worth it? To end someone else’s life just because of money? That’s just sick and makes no sense at all.
“Keith, don’t act rashly and came to him like this,” Jackson said, blocking the door before he could get out.
“What do you expect me to do now? Lie on the bed while that murder wandering free on the street?” Keith replied sarcastically at him.
Letting out a deep sigh, Jackson then put one hand on his shoulder. “I know that you’re angry, and you wanted to make him pay, but he’s not a fool. That woman must’ve reported something to him after what happened last night. We had to make a plan.” Jackson Gray suggested wisely.
He’s right. There’s no point in coming to Sam directly now.
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