Chapter 936 Slit His Wrist at the Funeral?

by G Point 09:31,Jun 28,2021
Lyle answered the phone. After hearing his man's report, he was furious.

He slammed the phone hard on the ground, panting. Then he picked up whatever he could and smashed it.

Soon, the study was a mess, as if a storm had passed through it.

He sat on the floor with his back against the desk, his eyes covered with gloom and loss.

His fingers were cut by broken porcelain, and blood stained a group photo he was holding between his fingers. The woman's face in the photo was...

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