Chapter 1312


    If it wasn’t for Wayne and his sneaky wife stering his and his buddy’s pictures all over the ce, he


    wouldn’t have been so on edge, ready to bolt at the slightest noise.


    In the past year, he had carried out so many missions but this was the first time someone had slipped


    through his fingers.


    The man gritted his teeth. But it didn’t matter; they were going to die one way or another!


    When Rosalynn learned of the first murder linked to Heatherway, she had an inkling of what was going


    on.


    Her suspicions were confirmed when Erica mentioned seeing a visibly ill Heatherway.


    Initially, Rosalynn thought the murderer was seeking revenge for Heatherway’s death.


    But Heatherway was still alive when the first murder urred. So the theory of revenge for her death


    didn’t hold up.


    On her way home, Rosalynn received a hot–off–the–press investigative report, which she quickly read


    through.


    “A year ago, Heatherway was diagnosed with malignant tumors.” Rosalynn turned to Wayne, “The


    instigator knew she wouldn’t live long and started this crazy revenge.”


    Wayne’s face was stone cold. No matter the reason, whoever was behind this had killed many people


    and wouldn’t get away with it.


    As the investigation into Robert deepened, the killer appearing in the videos was found more frequently


    at locations rted to Robert.


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    By the next morning, the traces of another killer had also started to appear around Robert. At this point,


    it was pretty clear that the two domestic murders, as well as the kidnapping of Jeffery and his girlfriend,


    were all rted to Robert.


    “Find him!” Rosalynnmanded. Wayne’s people, the Jared Group, and those who had been working


    in the shadows for Rosalynn over the years all swung into action.


    Meanwhile, at a waterfront vi by the sea, a silver–haired man with an unnaturally paleplexion


    and blue ss–like eyes sat in a wheelchair.


    As he watched the surging waves, his fingerless hand held a brooch.


    “Boss, Wayne’s people have traced you.” A tall, dark–skinned man said in a deep voice from behind,


    “Do we need to arrange a flight back?”


    “Back?” He looked at the raging sea, “I have nowhere to go back to; hand me my phone.” The man


    immediately handed over the phone.


    Robert dialed thest contacted number, and the person quickly answered, “Young master! I’m sorry,


    there were someplications with the target a few days ago; he’s still alive, but I’ll take care of him


    soon!”


    Robert lowered his eyelids. “Baxter!”


    “Yes!” Baxter responded.


    “This target is no longer important. Now, I have a final task for you.”


    “Final task?” Baxter’s voice dropped a notch, “Did Wayne find you?”


    Robert didn’t respond, his face cold as he issued his loyal henchman his final mission.


    “No matter the cost, I want Cory and Ivy dead.”