Take My Cold Boss Home novel Chapter 303

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or you should know the consequences."

With a crisp sound of fingertips on the desk, the meeting room was instantly silent.

Jack was waiting for a result quietly. Although the result was just as he expected, he wanted to see what his narcissistic brother could think of.

"Someone accused you of murder."

The policeman said seriously. Although he didn't believe it, it was not as simple as he thought.

"Where is that man?"

asked Jack coldly, with a bloodthirsty look in his deep eyes.

In fact, he knew who charged him, and he also knew who was behind it.

Someone would pay for this.

"Bring him in!"

The police shouted at the door of the meeting room. The voice was loud, and two men came in with a person.

This man did not raise his eyes from beginning to end. Perhaps in others' eyes, he was afraid, but in the eyes of Jack, he was guilty.

"It's you who said Mr. Jack murdered?"

The policeman asked coldly as usual.

When the man entered the meeting room, he knew that Jack was here. He was so scared that his legs became weak. He didn't dare to make a sound and could only nod.

"Raise your head."

Compared with the police's voice, the tone of Jack was even colder.

It was as if it had come from another space and time, through centuries, through the South Pole and the North Pole, with that mysterious and ruthless force.

Hearing the voice of Jack, the man quickly raised his head, but did not dare to look straight into his eyes.

Yes, he felt guilty!

Jack looked at the familiar face, a hint of disappointment flashed through his eyes, but more hatred was revealed.

The room fell into dead silence, and Jack was still half squinting his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking. However, in this narrow and closed space, it was so depressing that people could not breathe.

"Hum?"

As the man did not answer, Jack asked again patiently.

Although he looked calm, there were undercurrents on his surface. He was just waiting. When it was the right time, everyone would have to die.

"No one ordered me. I saw Mr. Jack killed a person, but he didn't make it. So he locked him up in a place in the southern suburbs."

The man closed his eyes and said, as if he was going to risk everything.

Anyway, he would be killed. He didn't care about it anymore.

Maybe he was not dying yet.

Jack chuckled, but it was very malicious.

He was exactly his subordinate, because he knew his whereabouts so well. It seemed that he had investigated him a lot.