“Dristan Manson!” I shouted right after I stepped foot inside his office.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked in a worried tone.
I pulled out my phone and shoved it into his face, “What the hell is the meaning of this?” I exclaimed.
His eyes grew wider, “No! I didn’t accept her request!” he shouted back.
“Then who the hell killed Bela Park?” I asked.
I woke up this morning with news about a pregnant woman who got killed inside the hospital. The lady was about to give birth but she died, she was killed in her hospital room. I know that lady was the one Mrs. Wilson is talking about. That lady was the mistress and the lady we refused to kill. I have no idea who did it, but I know Dristan knew something about this. I know he won’t let Mrs. Wilson go, maybe he hired someone outside the com
