Facade of Love

Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Saying Goodbye to Moore

As I stared at Doctor Miller’s pitiful state, for a fleeting moment, I wanted to throttle him. He destroyed a life for just two hundred thousand.

He was absolutely vile.

Battling the rage welling up inside me, I took a calming breath and asked, “Was the person supposed to pick you up someone arranged by Benett?”

Given the suddenness of the incident, it was unlikely he could find his contact unless someone had set it up beforehand.

He nodded. “I rang him up, and he told me to grab the money and bolt.”

“Do you have his contact details?” I approached him, a glimmer of hope sparking in my eyes. If I could track down Benett through Doctor Miller, it would be a small victory.

“I tried his number. It’s already disconnected,” Maxwell chimed in. “Benett is pretty vigilant, he ditched his phone as soon as he sensed trouble.”

I pressed my l*ps together, a bitter taste spreading in my mouth. I turned to Doctor Miller. Where was the last place you got in touch with Benett?”

just shook his head, clueless when

no information at

get any more information. I turned to Maxwell

pulling out his phone to dial the number, while Idris, who had been quiet studied the hospital for a moment. I could not tell what he had spotted, but his

crouched down in front of him, an eyebrow arched with challenge. “Are you going to spill, or do I need to

Miller yelped in pain, trying to pull his hand back, but Idris pinned his wrist down

This is illegal… Ahhhh!” As Doctor Miller’s screams echoed, Idris drove the knife deeper.

knife, admiring the bright red blood staining Doctor Miller’s hand. His voice was casual, his expression indifferent. “If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. I can still explain to the police after I’ve

Doctor Miller cried out in terror, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk! I know where Beneti is. He’s at a casino in Macamer. He mentioned it when he called me earlier.

knife and tossed it

heard it. I

an eyebrow, said nothing more, and looked at Maxwell. “Hand him over to the police. We’ve got stuff to do. Let’s get out of

myself being hauled into his car. Idris was the type who never bothered to ask for others opinions. As I sat in the car, a wave of annoyance washed over me, and I decided to stay silent for the

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