"Did you kill Director Chandler as well?" Polly Sutton held onto Mr. Jones tightly, her voice shaking as she spoke, uncertain whether it was from fear or hatred.
"He couldn't even do his job right, but he died of illness on his own, which saved me the trouble of doing it myself." Mason Rook crouched down and looked at Polly Sutton. "I had him lure you here, yet he led you somewhere else, almost ruining my plan. Doesn't he deserve to die?"
Polly Sutton shivered, "You didn't summon me here just to enjoy family ties, did you?"
"If it weren't for Victor Parker investigating Mr. Jones, I wouldn't have known you're still alive. Speaking of which, I really should thank Victor Parker." Mason Rook's face was compassionate, yet his words were merciless.
Polly Sutton felt her eardrums sting at the mention of Victor Parker's name, the pain spread from her ears to her heart, like clear water flowing through in a bitter winter, turning into ice shards in her nerves.
