Rodney felt as if his face was slapped hard. He lost.
He knew that he had failed miserably, and he could sense Ryan’s sarcasm.
That feeling was too f*cking awful. He would rather lose to Jessica than Ryan.
Maybe it was because Ryan was his brother, or maybe… It was because Ryan kept helping Freya. There was also an ambiguous relationship going on between them.
“Ryan, you utilized your position to cover the truth. Look who’s talking. ” Rodney’s pretty eyes had a furious, icy gleam. “Protecting criminals and oppressing your brother. Is this your principle?”
“Yes. I’m not as selfless as you are. You even have it in you to send your wife to prison, ” Ryan mocked.
“She’s no longer my wife. Since the day she became a kidnapper, she had no right to be my wife,” Rodney shouted angrily, “You’d better be careful at all times. Don’t let what you’ve done today become
a tool that’s used to make you fall from the top in the future. There aren’t any permanent loopholes in this world.”
“You’re wrong. You’re the only one talking about the kidnapping. Do you have witnesses?”
Ryan shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “If you’re talking about those people from Snowden who rushed inside with you that day, are you sure they’re still willing to be your witnesses? Or did Sarah see with her own eyes that the person who tortured her was Freya?”
Upon listening to those words, Rodney clenched his fists.
His handsome face gradually lost its usual radiance in the dark parking lot. He looked dispirited as well.
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