Chapter 67

The middle-aged man looked horrified, but he had already received $160,000 from Leila. If he snitched on her, he would be… “It was… it was Ms. Vanderbilt.” The bodyguard pushed him down into a kneeling position, pulled out a weapon, and pointed it at his head. The middle-aged man was strung up tighter than a bow, his heart pumping hard. If that thing pointed at his head went off, he would be seeing Hades soon. He couldn’t care less about the money anymore. He shuddered, his mouth half opened, and when he spoke, he couldn’t help but stutter. “That night… It… It… It was—” Hearing a click from the thing pushing against his head, the man almost wet his pants. “It wasn’t Ms. Vanderbilt, b… b… but I really don’t know who it was!” He was telling the truth. He didn’t know who that woman was. All he knew was that Mr. Goldmann had entered the room soon after the woman. Upon hearing that it wasn’t Willow, Nolan didn’t care about the rest of the reply. He had the answer he wanted. He pu