Love's Change of Heart

Chapter 440

At the same time, Lloyd received a call saying Leanna had gone to Aidan's place. He told his men to keep an eye on them and said nothing else. He then looked outside the window before leaving the study. Not a moment later, he got into the car that was parked in the garden.

Jethro was locked up in a warehouse near the residence. It used to be a storage room of sorts, but it was slowly getting abandoned. Nobody would come near the place, so Lloyd transferred Jethro here not long after Ron escaped.

Jethro was lying on the single bed in the warehouse, watching a movie playing on an old TV before him. It wasn't too messy around him, but it certainly wasn't clean, either. Food containers and old newspapers were strewn all over the floor and table, though it was obvious someone would clean the place up from time to time. His broken leg hung limply on the bed, and he hummed languidly. Imprisonment didn't seem to take a toll on him.

A moment later, someone opened the door, and the light from the streetlamp flooded the room.

He sat up, squinting at the man who just entered.

Lloyd came in, and his lackey turned on the lights.

Blinded by the glaring light, Jethro held his hand up to cover his eyes.

Lloyd shot his lackey a look. The guy left the room and closed the door behind him.

He approached Jethro and took a seat on the couch before him. "So, what is your decision?"

Jethro chuckled and rubbed his fingers together. "Give me what I want, and I'll tell you what you want."

"You are insatiable."

"Hey, I had to spend tons of money raising a b*tch I call my daughter. She finally got married, and I thought she could help me out, but that ingrate won't even give me a single cent. So, I gotta help myself."

greed might

hold the cash tight even if that's the last thing I do. It'll probably give me

Lloyd chortled. "Someone's optimistic."

if you

responded, "I don't have

a hint of cackle. "Yes, you do. You're not Lloyd, are you? No matter how much

eyes narrowed, murder flashing within

told him all about it. If I die, he'll tell everyone who you really are. But if I get the money, I'll split it with him fifty-fifty. Only an idiot wouldn't make

will believe you just

"It's right in my wife's grave. I bet Lloyd had never expected his wife to marry me. Hah! I can't wait to see the look

dead man. "One more

can ask me hundreds of questions if you

brother… Whose son is

even more. He looked

sure?" Lloyd

more for that question." Jethro gesticulated. "This much, and I'll tell

left

door. He clicked his tongue as he saw Lloyd leaving in his car. He spat in Lloyd's direction and thought, You're just a fake, *sshole. Over the years of running from his debt collectors, Jethro had trained himself up to be a glib talker. He lied

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welled within her. She had skipped lunch and dinner, after all. She went to open the fridge only to find the same things she bought last time lying in there. Well, at least I can make