Wesley was shocked.
No one knew about the killer besides Mason, so how could this person...
"I also know that... your feelings for Catherine Jones have never been pure from the start.”
The person suddenly laughed in a low voice. "Maybe other people would have unwavering and unfailing love, but Wesley Lyons's love is scheming at best."
Wesley's body trembled.
Who the hell was this person?
Why did this person know his secret when no one should know?
"Don't touch Catherine Jones. Don't touch her, or the next time I see you, you'll be a corpse. You can try..."
The masked man in the passenger seat opened the car door. 1
Then, a black car without a license plate drove over.
The man on the other side of Wesley also withdrew.
The two men quickly got into the car and left.
Wesley punched the leather backrest hard, his warm and handsome face full of rage and panic.
When did such a person exist in the capital?
He even knew about the murder at Neah Bay.
"P-President Lyons." The driver turned back, trembling.
"Find out who that person is," Wesley gave the order in a sinister tone.
"Okay. Are we going home now?" the driver asked.
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