I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden) novel Chapter 167

“Kern Lo!” The old butler lowered his voice, shouted, “I guess you don’t want Mr. Shaw to know that, do you?”

The old butler’s eyes were pale yellow, yet it possessed the viciousness that other people did not have at such an old age.

The person on the other side of the phone went silent for a second. The old butler’s tightly twisted eyebrows relaxed a bit…It was good that this person felt scared.

“Sam, did anyone ever tell you that,” Kern’s derisive voice came from the other end of the phone: “You’re really shameless?”

The old butler clenched his teeth as he heard the words.

But he insisted, “The death of that b*itch benefits both of us. No matter what happened in the past, it’s done since she’s dead.”

What he meant was very obvious…nobody would speak for a dead person.

“Mr. Lo, it’s good for you to kill that b*itch too. ” The old man’s voice suddenly turned polite to call the person in the phone to be “Mr. Lo” while it was still threatening in the last second.

A sneer spread from the phone, “You did learn to be cruel after working for the Shaw family. Sam, I know what you’re thinking. Would you feel at ease after killing her?”

On the other end of the phone, Kern took a sip of the long cigar that was held between his fingers. The ash of the cigar had lengthened, with a flick of his finger, the whole section of the ash fell onto an expensive snow-white plush blanket that was customized in a foreign country. He did not feel distressed at all.

“Sam, let me tell you something. If you want anyone to die, do it yourself.” Coldness emerged from Kern’s eyes. His thin lips, which were similar to Caden’s, spoke peremptorily: “Don’t you ever threaten me with Caden Shaw. You are much more insidious than me! Don’t you remember how Wallis died?”

Sam’s hand trembled harshly all of a sudden. His phone almost fell to the ground.

He then grabbed the phone tightly, his eyes glittered, “Of course I know! That b*itch killed my daughter, my only daughter! My daughter had suffered so much humiliation and tortures. She was dead! But that b*itch only stayed in the prison for three years!”

“Only stayed in the prison for three years?” Kern repeated it in a weird tone.

The veins emerged from Sam’s forehead, “My daughter was dead. That b*itch came out of prison after threes! The God is unfair! She deserves more punishment!”

“She deserves more punishment?” Kern’s voice grew more strangely and asked lightly.

If not he had witnessed the scenes through the camera with his own eyes; if not he had known how badly that woman was tortured in that place, and how she spent three years there as an extremely frightened person; if not, out of pure curiosity, he had asked his driver to bring her over on the day when that woman was released, and he saw that woman, who was too wretched to look like a human; if not, by coincidence, he saw the woman had abandoned her pride for lowly survival in the Royal Club!

Perhaps, he would truly believe what the old butler had told him, and perhaps he would really feel sympathetic, thus, fulfilling the old man’s wish to kill that woman.

Three years ago, was it only Wallis who framed this woman?

Wrong!