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,

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

more information. I turned to Maxwell and said, Let’s turn him over

the hospital for a moment. I could not tell what he

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

across the back of Doctor Miller’s hand. Doctor Miller yelped in pain, trying to pull his hand back, but Idris pinned his wrist down with a foot.

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

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

“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

pulled out the knife and tossed it back

nodded. Of course I had heard it. I was

nothing more, and looked at Maxwell. “Hand him over to the police. We’ve

had a chance to utter a word, Idris had already yanked me out of the factory. I 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 the type who never bothered to ask for others opinions. As I sat in the

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