Take My Cold Boss Home

Chapter 303 You'd Better Give Me An Explanation

"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

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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.

It was not for anything else, just because this man was his subordinate!

He didn't expect that his men would betray him one day. Did he trust them too much?

It seemed that he had to ask Shawn to brainwash them more in the future.

"We know each other."

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

The man inadvertently met the eyes of Jack, which were full of killing intent!

He suddenly regretted doing this for William.

"Who gave the order?"

Leaning against the back of the chair with ease, Jack squinted his eyes. Yes, this was a sign of his

anger.

The policeman beside them seemed to be an outsider, and Jack was the judge. But what could he say?

Anyone who sat next to such a powerful man would be dim.

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.