Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 1005

As for whether anything will happen to this person afterwards, then he is not worried at all.

Anyway, Mr. Farrell said, set it right.

Ben left the unconscious Mr. Oller behind and quickly followed Jared in front of him.

Jared arrived in the living room of the suite and caught a glimpse of Connor sitting across from him, eyes slightly closed, seemingly in a false sleep.

At that moment, Jared stopped in his tracks, and a myriad of wild storms sprang up in his eyes.

This old thing, that's Connor!

The same person who innocently killed his mother and caused her to commit suicide.

And possibly, even the murderer who killed his father!

Thinking about this, Jared's hands on either side of him clenched tightly, and his joints crackled.

Ben looked down at the high bruises on the back of his hand and the white knuckles, and quickly whispered, "Mr. Farrell, calm down, your left arm is not healed yet, if something happens, Miss Reed should be worried."

Sure enough, moving out of Amber, Jared emotions instantly calmed down a lot, clenched together hands, also slightly released some.

Seeing this, Ben breathed a sigh of relief.

Miss Reed is still working.

It seems that when Mr. Farrell loses his temper in the future, he can also bring out Miss Reed to put out the fire.

Ben's eyes rolled, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible he felt, and finally couldn't help but nod his head twice.

Jared didn't have time to worry about what Ben was thinking behind him.

All he knew was that he had finally met Connor, the man who had killed his parents.

He had always thought that with his training, he could remain calm enough even when he saw Connor.

But now he realized he was wrong, his practice was not good enough.

See the enemy, his heart is still impulsive, is violent and angry to the extreme, and even want to directly get this person dead.

It turns out that he is not as good as he thought he was.

Jared squeezed his palms again, took a deep breath, took a lot of energy, just barely suppressed the killing intent inside, continued to lift his feet and walked forward.

Not far away on the sofa, Connor heard the footsteps and after fondling the tap on his cane, spoke, "Oller, when the man is brought, go make tea."

No one responded.

Jared stopped at the couch across from Connor, sat down directly, and then just stared at Connor.

Ben naturally walked to stand behind him and joined him in staring at Connor.

Looking at Connor's eyes closed, a calm and mysterious look, Ben snickered in his heart, and his face could not help but roll his eyes.

This old thing, quite good at pretending fork it.

They are here, but also closed eyes a profound look, do not know people, but also thought in the performance of what the world.

Look at this forced, the kind, not the average person can achieve.

"Mr. Stockert, you'd better stop shouting, your assistant, I'm afraid he can't get up at this moment, can't make tea." Ben pushed his glasses and spoke.

Finally, the opposite Connor opened his eyes, the first glance to see sitting on the couch across from him, expressionless, very cold breath around Jared.

The moment he saw Jared, Connor's pupils shrank, his eyes flashed a look that was unreadable, and then passed, and soon recovered as if nothing had happened, and showed a gentle smile to Jared, "Jared, we finally meet, you are taller and more handsome than I thought, really worthy of being Janice's child."