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?”

Miller just shook his head, clueless

all this fuss, I ended up with no information at all. I could not help but

clear we were not going to get any more information. I turned to Maxwell and said, Let’s turn him over to

who had been quiet studied the hospital for a moment. I could not tell what he

from Maxwell, walked over to Doctor Miller, and crouched down in front of him, an eyebrow arched with challenge.

swiftly dragged the knife’s tip across the back of Doctor Miller’s hand. Doctor Miller yelped in pain, trying to pull his hand back, but

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

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 crippled your hand.” He prepared to apply

ready to strike again, 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. He said he was enjoying himself there.” After he finished, he pleaded through his pain, “I’ve told you everything I know. Please, let me go!”

pulled out the knife and tossed it back to Maxwell.

Of course I had heard it. I was not deaf.

and looked at Maxwell. “Hand him over to the police. We’ve got stuff to

put up a fight, but the disparity in strength between us was too great. Despite my resistance, I found myself being hauled into his car. Idris was

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