Chapter 67

The middle-aged man looked horrified, but he had already received $160,000 from Monica. If he snitched on her, he would be…

“It was… it was Ms. Kensington.”

The bodyguard pushed him down into a kneeling position, pulled out a weapon, and pointed it at his head.

The middle-aged man was strung up tighter than a bow, his heart pumping hard. If that thing pointed at his head went off, he would be