Chapter 909

Mr. Ritter felt like he had just been drenched in ice-cold water, his eyes fixed on his phone in disbelief. What was he going to do? Endless panic and fear swept over him.

Jasper watched Mr. Ritter's reaction closely, a cold smirk on his face. "What's wrong? Did your backer abandon you?" Mr. Ritter was surprised - how did Jasper know about that?

But he refused to admit it and tried to sound confident as he replied, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Jasper rolled his eyes impatiently. "Who is behind you? My boss knows everything. Do you really think we're clueless?"

He continued with a threatening tone, "You better take down all of your articles slandering Mr. Maskelyne and Miss Andrews immediately! And those videos too! Then publicly apologize for everything and say it was all a misunderstanding."

Mr. Ritter shook his head frantically, "No way!"

He knew if he helped Franklin with this scheme, Mrs. Ritter would be furious with him; the consequences would be dire.

"Impossible?" Jasper chuckled softly before signaling for several black-clad men to surround Mr. Ritter.

One man held a knife against his neck while another pressed one against his face; they pinned him tightly against the wall like an insect specimen mounted for display.

"How about we try something else then?" Jasper pulled out a knife from nowhere as well.

Just then, one of the black-clad men picked up an orange from the fruit tray on the office table and placed it on top of Mr. Ritter's head.

Jasper grinned mischievously at him, "Let's see if I can hit this orange!"

Mr. Ritter turned pale as sweat dripped down from every pore; fear consumed him completely when Jasper threw the knife towards him!

"No! No!" He screamed hysterically with closed eyes while covering himself up but suddenly heard a loud thud instead of feeling any pain or blood gushing out!

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A few drops of juice splattered onto Mr. Ritters' face, making it look even more pathetic than before...

He looked like he had just been pulled out of a pond, drenched in sweat.

He gasped for air, still alive... he hadn't died.

unfocused as he looked at Jasper. When Jasper raised the knife again to throw it

everything soon. Don't throw the knife again, I'm scared..." He was so scared that he almost wet his pants and his legs were shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't bear this mental torture any longer. "If you had just listened to me earlier and behaved yourself, you wouldn't have suffered like this." Jasper elegantly handed the knife to a man in black beside him and wiped his hands with a handkerchief. He sneered at Mr. Ritter with disdainful eyes. "Also, don't try to get

was stunned. "I can't get it back? They

I can take your life anytime," Jasper smiled gently but menacingly at him. "It's either your life or the

them for that hundred thousand dollars

clarification tweet was quickly sent out by Morningbreeze website official Twitter account. It was all a misunderstanding caused by overzealous parents who spoke too harshly about Franklin and Sylvia's reputation damage issue; apologies

as Starchaser Daily News

incident came to an end immediately after that

the parents. "Is it over

ו"

guess not."

remaining hundred thousand dollars? Will

"I don't know!"

were feeling lost and bewildered, Mr. Ritter rushed towards them with an assistant carrying a bag in tow before stopping right in front of these parents'

would be dressed up impeccably wearing designer suits while sporting expensive watches without

each person gets a share. After you receive it, I hope that everyone will not mention anything about what happened these past few days. This matter

to everyone and once he

shut from now on. We

situation or else Franklin would send people after

that it was better for him to cut

all of his assets and called his wife and

immediately got

wouldn't have any worries about food or

could manage it because

important than

their conscience by working for Franklin or Sylvia

tracks. "And don't tell your children either! Mr. Maskelyne said that since this world is so ugly, we should leave some beauty behind for our

asked confusedly,

wasn't for Franklin, why would I publicly apologize?" Mr. Ritter felt like since he was leaving anyway might as well tell them everything, "Franklin didn't want me exposing you guys being bought off by me, which isn't good publicity, so as not to

each other in disbelief, "Is

treated him like that but

"He..."

their heads feeling deeply ashamed; they regretted what

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