Carson Flores died.
She was beaten to death by Arthur Frost, a death full of grievances.
Jane Vasquez's pretty face turned pale white, looking at Carson Flores in terror.
She didn't know how Carson Flores would deal with her; she had realized that this man was absolutely ruthless, definitely not someone easily swayed by beauty.
Jane Vasquez knelt down with a thud: "Special Envoy Carson, I beg you to spare my life, for the sake of the time we've spent together this month..."
Carson Flores smiled faintly, "Does stringing me along feel good? Do you feel a sense of superiority, thinking your charm is irresistible?"
Jane Vasquez's heart and soul trembled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you. I have no personal vendetta against you. Everything was Lucian Lopez's command. As a subordinate, I must obey orders. If I didn't follow his instructions, I would receive harsh penalties..."
Carson Flores raised a finger and pointed at Jane Vasquez's forehead.
