Jasper stopped laughing, looked at Rio contemptuously, and asked, “If I can’t even trust Dean, are you worthy of my trust? You are indeed very cunning, but it’s a pity that you used your cleverness in the wrong place. Do you think you can fool me with such lame words?”
Speaking of this, Jasper suddenly sited the expression on his face while his tone became a little cold. He said, “I’ll give you one last chance now. Don’t tell me that you’re the only one who planned the assassination of Dean. Be honest, who is behind you? Tell me the truth, then maybe I can consider letting your family go.”
“What did you say?” Rio’s heart sank.
He felt even guiltier now. He never imagined that Jasper would be so sharp. He thought he had hidden this matter well, but he was finally caught and he even exposed the person who was hiding behind the scenes. However, that person had dirt on Rio, so he could not reveal who that person was no matter what.
At this point, Rio intended to deny everything. He braced himself and said, “I don’t know What you‘re talking about.”
“Are you sure you don’t know?” A chill appeared in Jasper’s eyes.
“Now that you have fallen into my hands, you should be very clear that I will not let you go, but you should think about your family. Do you want them to be implicated too?”
Although Rio was ruthless and would do anything to achieve his goals, he was not someone who would turn his back on his family. Although he had already sent his children abroad, with Jasper’s current strength, it was very easy for him to capture his children or do something to them abroad. Of course, Jasper was not that kind of person, but Rio was best at making subjective guesses about others’ intentions.
After a fierce struggle in his heart, he finally gave in and confessed, his body deflating like a punctured ball. “I’ll tell you. What do you want to know? I’ll tell you everything.”
Jasper crossed his legs in satisfaction. Then, he said slowly, “Who is the person behind this?”
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