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?"

Jasper tonight. However,

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

tremor in

glint flickered in Jameson's eyes. He loaded his gun and shot at the

He was terrified to

after he finished his round of bullets. His

was almost midnight when Winston

went there earlier, but he had since thought it through. He reflected on how his daughter had gained some weight under Jasper's

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

remorseful as he

to live anymore. He would be too embarrassed to meet her mother down under. At the

"Uncle Winston!"

turned around

them with an exquisite white gift box, a

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