Bryson looked calm but cold.
“You ask me to y ball on your turf, don’t expect a different answer.
Do you think I’m all about honor, huh, Mr.
Lyons?”
Remington grinned.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
“Honor’s not my thing.
I do what I have to for my goals.
”
It seemed like he was backed into a corner.
Bryson’s stare grew icy.
“What if I decline? That person lying in there, I’ll share his fate, right?”
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The tension skyrocketed between them.
Then, footsteps thundered upstairs.
Seeing the tension, the neer slowed down, staying quiet.
Remington’s tone turned cold.
“What’s up?”
“The cops are outside, in twos.
It looks like they’ve got different agendas.
Rodrigo’s stirring up trouble out there!”
As if things weren’t messy enough, that idiot was adding to it!
Bryson grinned at Remington.
“It seems you have pressing matters to handle.
My thing’s trivial so I won’t hold you up.
”
Remington’s gaze darkened briefly, lingering on Bryson, “We’ll chatter about the matter!”
Watching Remington stroll away, Bryson nced at the room where the death had urred.
“I didn’t figure you’d be the casualty here.
Tough break.
”
Meanwhile, on the first floor…
Hannah ushered in Maloney, with Keith and Trent trailing behind, and they all entered the room.
Inside was a young guy of about twenty, who jumped up when they walked in.
Hannah gave him a once-over and frowned.
“Is he the Chadwich family’s racer?”
The one leading them nodded.
“Yes, and we haven’t been able to extract any useful information from him.
”
The guy met Hannah’s eyes, his face briefly avoiding her gaze.
“Yes, that’s me.
”
“You were the racecar driver that day?” Hannah asked.
“Yes,” he responded, still avoiding eye contact with Hannah.
Hannah settled on the sofa, Maloney and Keith joining her.
The guy across from them grew visibly tense.
“Miss Moore.
.
I messed up with the race.
I just wanted the win, didn’t think it’d blow up like this…” he stammered.