Irvin Sharman lowered his eyelids and strode in.
The moment he entered, the docile bodyguard inside turned around, stepped out, and stood at the doorway, preventing anyone from escaping.
Irvin Sharman looked at the two uneasy old people sitting on the sofa; he directly sat opposite them, as if in negotiation, and slowly began, "Speak."
God knows how much he wanted to kill these two people at this moment!
Even if he had to pay a price!
But Sophie Kenith had been so accommodating at the time, so maybe there were still some entanglements between these people and her.
His fingers tightly grasped the sofa, struggling to contain his anger.
Restless aggression slowly permeated the room.
The middle-aged couple looked at each other; finally, the woman said, "I just want to make trouble for her, for Sophie Kenith! Because she killed my son!!"
A sentence that made Irvin Sharman's pupils constrict.
At that moment, he suddenly harbored a thought.
Could Sophie Kenith be a murderer?
