What?
Isaac's eyes widened in disbelief as fear rose in his heart.
He knew why Nathan came here right after killing Aran.
Shivering in fear, he pleaded. “Mr. Cross, I was wrong. Please forgive me! Please give me another chance. I promise I'll repent!”
Calmly, Nathan uttered, “Oh? Give me a reason not to kill you.”
Isaac's mind was racing to come out with a solution. “Actually, I didn't come up with the plan to kill you. It was my future sister-in-law, Phoebe Davier, who insisted I should kill you. She gave me the order.”
Frowning, Nathan asked, “Phoebe Davier, daughter of Clifford Davier?”
“Yes!” Isaac nodded profusely. “Please forgive me this once, Mr. Cross.”
Nathan hadn't expected the Daviers' involvement in this matter.
He glanced at Isaac. “You shouldn't have tried to harm my family.”
With that, he stood up to leave. “Kill him!” he ordered Colin and the Elite Eight.
Reaching out, Colin grabbed Isaac's neck and snapped it forcefully.
Isaac died on the spot.
The next day, news of Isaac's death reached Brimmopolis.
The upper class society was in an uproar.
Phoebe was relaxing in the beauty salon when she received news of Isaac's death. She declared coolly, “He claimed to be the God of Weaponry and capable arms dealer. Ha! Useless man!”
Her bodyguard, Durand, replied politely, “Miss, Mr. Duvier said you should stop offending Nathan.”
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