Carl thought Jameson looked extremely cool. Jameson was carrying a mesmerizing and manly vibe to him. He was sexy. He didn't understand why Alyssa didn't fall for such an outstanding man like Jameson.

Then, the target slowly moved over.

When it came close enough, Carl saw Jasper's picture on the target, and Jameson's shots had made a massive hole in Jasper's head.

"Amazing! You are such an amazing shooter, Mr. Schmidt. You have an eagle's eye." Carl clapped as he kissed Jameson's ass.

"It's too bad," Jameson said as he kept his gun.

"Too bad?"

"It's just a picture and not the actual person."

Jameson did not look at him. He simply took a white silk handkerchief to wipe his gun. "You were looking for me?"

Taylor. Mr. Taylor had sought out Ms. Alyssa and Jasper tonight. However, he did not bring Ms. Alyssa home with

grim. "He didn't bring Lyse with him. Is Lyse still staying at

in Carl's voice

Jameson's eyes. He loaded his gun and shot at the ground multiple

feet. He was terrified

air violently after he finished his round of bullets. His

midnight when Winston returned to

expression was dreadful when he went there earlier, but he had since thought it through. He reflected

hadn't forcefully imprisoned Alyssa, she wouldn't have jumped out of the window in the middle of the

more remorseful as he thought about

live anymore. He would be too embarrassed to meet her mother down under. At the end of the day, Alyssa's safety was his priority.

"Uncle Winston!"

Neil turned

toward them with an exquisite white gift box, a friendly and warm glint flickering in his

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