After Jordan's subordinate finished speaking, the man's accusing gaze fell on me, his attitude conveyed his desire to kill me.
I knew what he was thinking. Everything was initially going fine for them. But after Jordan took me to the villa and gave me some freedom, their location was exposed. How could there be such a coincidence?
Unfortunately, my goal was far more than just the villa. His suspicions were accurate, but it was regrettably too early.
This made me dare to act all innocent. I came forward and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you suspecting me?"
"Am I wrong?" The man ground his teeth, completely ignoring the fact that Jordan was also present.
Compared to men in suits, his face was full of knife scars and made him even more ferocious looking.
Such people had an absolute sense of obedience. Once they were triggered, they could go mad and no one could stop them.
I didn't have the confidence to confront this kind of person, so I switched to Jordan and said, "You think so too, don't you?"
Jordan took a drag from his cigar and blew out a cloud of smoke. He took his time turning his face towards me then squinted at me through the smoky haze, "What I think doesn't matter. I wish to hear what you have to say. Did you do it?"
"No," I blurted out straightforwardly.
"Okay, I believe you," Jordan looked at me calmly, not giving the impression of being the least bit surprised.
After throwing away the ring, he seemed to have changed a lot. Nonetheless, his answer would only cause division between him and his subordinates.
"Mr. Jordan, this woman is clearly-"
Jordan didn't let him continue, "That's enough, you may leave. You are not allowed to enter the house in the future. If you have anything to report, just tell me in the courtyard."
"But-"
The man wanted to say something, but one stern look from Jordan was all it took to make him hold his tongue and leave dispiritedly.
"You don't doubt me at all?" I deliberately teased him.
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