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?"

Alyssa and Jasper tonight. However, he did not bring Ms. Alyssa home with him." Carl's forehead was

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

The tremor in

glint flickered in Jameson's eyes. He loaded his

terrified to his wits, unable to utter

round

midnight when Winston returned

he had since thought it through. He reflected on how his

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

felt more remorseful as he thought about

be a reason to live anymore. He would be too embarrassed to meet her mother

"Uncle Winston!"

turned around at the

gift box, a friendly and warm

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