Chapter 1293


    “Alright, hit the hay.”


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    Rosalynn still felt a bit uneasy after she hung up the phone.


    Instead of going back to her own room, she turned around, went back to Ivy’s room, andid by her


    side.


    Ivy woke up in a daze.


    “Mom…”


    “Sweetie, Mommy’s going to sleep with you tonight.”


    Ivy nodded, snuggled up to her mom, and fell back to sleep in no time.


    She was muttering in her sleep.


    “Liam, I’ve done this problem eight times; I don’t want to do it anymore… I really don’t want to do it


    anymore…”


    Rosalynn couldn’t help butugh.


    The car had been on the highway for over two hours and finally arrived at the prison where Jeffery was


    being held.


    Jeffery had been brought out and was waiting for Wayne.


    Wayne pushed open the heavy door and walked in.


    Jeffery nced at Wayne. “I thought it was someone else; turns out it’s you.” His tone was full of


    sarcasm.


    Wayne sat opposite Jeffery.


    “What? Now that Olivia is dead, have your feelings for her resurfaced? Is that why you left your wife


    alone in bed in the middle of the night toe get revenge on me?”


    Jeffery knew how to get under Wayne’s skin.


    Ableson stepped forward and kicked Jeffery in the waist. “Talk nonsense again, and I’ll bust your


    mouth!”


    Jeffery clutched his waist, grimacing in pain but stillughing.


    However, hisughter soon faded when Wayne threw a piece of A4 paper onto the table in front of him.


    After Jeffery nced at it, the smile on his face slowly disappeared and he started to panic.


    “What are you trying to do? Don’t hurt innocent people! Wayne, I’m telling you, if you dare to hurt them,


    I won’t let you off even if I die!”


    “I don’t know how many people have told me that in this world. They’re all dead now, and not a single


    ghost hase after me.” Wayneughed.


    The A4 paper was nothing special,


    Before Jeffery surrendered himself, he had uploaded a pay–per–view video of Olivia’s edited murder


    process. The paper was the ount info for the video’s profits.


    The ount belonged to the parents of Jeffery’s deceased girlfriend.


    Jeffery set a high price for the video and it got quite a few views. The revenue for the first month had


    already exceeded one million dors.


    “What the hell are you up to? Are you trying to avenge Olivia? Have you forgotten what she did to


    you?” Jeffery’s eyes were red.


    His girlfriend was an only child, and her death left her parents with no one to provide for them, hence


    why he thought of making the pay–per–view video.


    It was quite popr in some overseas countries.


    But he never thought that despite the website’s promise of information encryption, the details would still


    end up in Wayne’s hands.


    “Jeffery, how did you survive?” Wayne ignored Jeffery’s protest.


    Jeffery stiffened. “Just got lucky, that’s all!”