True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 712

"Sir, please spare my life. It's not that we don't want to show it to you, but we had no choice. We haven't brought our documents with us and we only have this," the man begged.

Then he handed over the reporters' licenses as they spoke.

Morgan checked it over and informed Lester, "The document is fake."

Lester narrowed his eyes and sneered, "It's indeed fake. You're still pretending to be a reporter. You planned to slander Mr. Jones? You must be tired of living."

"Sir, please forgive us!" The two men shouted. "Someone hired us to do so."

"Who?" Lester stood up and walked towards the three people.

They were all shivering. The man who was beaten held his stomach and was completely frightened. He also begged for mercy, "They pay for our services and we carry them out."

"Who paid for this?" Lester asked once again.

"We don't know him."

"How can you get the money from a man if you don't know him?"

"We really don't know him." The fake reporter shook his head and argued, "I really don't know him. We were commissioned online, and we'll collect the money from a place after this."

"Do the three of you know each other?" Lester asked in a deep voice.

They looked at each other, and then nodded. "Yes. We are a team, and we are all classmates."

"What's your name?" Lester asked again, "I want to know your real name, not the fake one on your reporter's license."

The three people were stunned again. They were obviously hesitant and didn't want to say it.

Lester sneered and warned, "I'm a trusted assistant of Mr. Jones. If I can't do anything with you punks today, I will bring shame to him. Come, Morgan, let them have a taste of your skills!"

"Yes, Lester." Morgan quickly stepped forward, grabbed the fake reporter who had just been beaten, and threw another punch at his waist.

"Ah!" The man instantly screamed.

"One more punch and I can guarantee you that your kidney will be damaged!" Morgan beamed and claimed, "If a man's waist is injured, he will never serve a woman. Think it over. Do you want to be a fake reporter all your life or a fake eunuch?"

"Morgan, it's better to make him a real eunuch. Let's cut it off for him." The bodyguard behind him smiled and chimed in, "I think it's easier just to cut it off."

Morgan nodded. "I fully agree with this suggestion. Sometimes, people shouldn't be pampered. Otherwise, they'll be too arrogant."

Lester had long since grown accustomed to the behavior and methods of these rough people in his heart. He nodded his head and agreed, "Just do your job. We have the money. We can even compensate him later."

Of course, this was just to scare the three fake reporters.

Lester didn't dare to cross the line.

Sure enough, this proposal immediately changed the three men's expressions. They were scared to death.

"No, sirs, we're in the wrong. We'll tell you our real names." The one leading started, "My name is Sam Ross. His name is Nick Ross, my younger brother. He's our younger cousin, Kyle Fisher."

"What the hell, there are two people with the same surname as me." Morgan got angry and gave Sam another kick, "It's a disgrace to all Rosses."

After asking for their real names, Lester also had a clear idea in his heart.

He looked at Sam and said to Morgan, "Morgan, find out the IP address of the person they traded with online. If it's true, you must get the true identity of the person who gave him the money today. If you can't get it, you don't need to follow Mr. Jones anymore."

"Yes!" All of them immediately answered and promised, "Lester, you can rest assured that we will handle it well."

"I'll wait for your good news then." Lester sat down and sent a message to report the progress to Heinz.

Very soon, he finished typing. Lester turned to Sam. He found that he was the only one who was trickier than the other two.