Oscar's colleagues kept glancing at us, so he got up and closed the door. With a calm expression, he turned to me. "It's just an insurance, isn't it? I'm doing this for the sake of the family."
"Family?" I couldn't help but to sneer.
"Oscar Wallace, don't think that I don't know what you've done. You plotted the car accident that night, didn't you?" I glared at him fiercely.
I was hoping for him to give the game away under my persistent manner.
But this man was too good at pretending. He kept acting like he didn't understand. Only after three years did I realise that he was more fake than I thought.
Remembering the fact that he had touched my phone, I got an idea. "You think it's over after deleting the clip in my phone? What makes you think that I don't have more?"
Sure enough, the
