Jaxon Bailey squinted, repeating the same statement, "No one directed me; I simply couldn't stand you and wanted you dead myself."
"Oh." Hope Williams nodded, a sneering chuckle escaping her crimson lips, then she turned and pulled a gun from the bodyguard's waistband, firing at Jaxon Bailey's leg.
"Ah!"
Jaxon Bailey instantly screamed like a slaughtered pig, his face dripping with sweat.
Hope Williams kept the gun aimed at his head, her voice as indifferent as before, "Speak."
Gasping heavily, Jaxon Bailey panted, "I'll talk, I'll talk, just don't get agitated, I'll talk."
"It was... someone directed me, someone paid me three hundred thousand to go to the hospital and find a woman named Hope Williams, told me to smash up your office and make a big scene out of it, preferably one that everyone would know about."
