Chapter 416 Hanson Moran


    As he asked, the director and the producer sat down on the sofa opposite him.


    The producer spoke, "Spencer, if the discussions online keep going, it might have an impact on the


    showing of the y." He was asking Spencer if he had any idea in mind.


    "My part in the shooting is done and the rest is not my job," Spencer answered indifferently. Obviously,


    he didn''t care at all about the discussions online. "He wants a return, right? I''d like to see what he can


    do."


    "So, you were the one who revealed those stories of Hanson Moran?" the director seemed to have


    guessed something.


    "It was all his own doing. I just posted them online." Spencer smiled.


    The director and the producer looked at each other.


    A whileter, the director reminded him, "Spencer, Hanson Moran is not like everyone else. He is a


    scheming man who is capable of anything. You need to be careful with him."


    "Thank you for your concern, but I''m not to be messed with as well." Spencer thought he didn''t have


    any work to do now and he was free to y the game.


    The director and the producer didn''t say anything more, and they just hoped the crisis could be ended


    soon so that the y could be on show as nned.


    In a house painted ck and gray, the lights in the living room, which covered hundreds of square


    meters, were all in a cold tone, giving a creepy atmosphere. One would feel inexplicably cold being in


    such a ce for too long.


    In front of a huge gray table.


    A man wearing ck clothes and a ck cap was sitting in the chair. He had a nose ring and a pair of


    sharp eyes.


    On the table ced aptop, on its screen was a picture of Spencer.


    The man was tapping on the cold table with his finger, with a look of hatred in his eyes. It was as if he


    wanted to skin Spencer alive.


    On his left and right stood five men.


    This was Hanson Moran.


    There was a weird silence in the room and the air was filled with a murderous coldness.


    "I will fucking kill him!" Hanson spoke. He hated those people who thought too highly of themselves and


    he said with a frown, "How dare he steal what should have been mine?"


    "But, sir..." one of his subordinates was worried.


    "What are you so scared of?" Hanson had thought it through and made a n. "The police are all


    losers, and they won''t be able to catch me. I have investigated it. That guy is an orphan with no


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    backing. Just kill him and dump his body to the sea."


    "Maybe we should just give him some punishment," another man also said, "We just need to warn him.


    Killing him is after all illegal."


    "Huh," Hanson sneered, "You think I will be scared of thew?"


    No one dared to say anything more.


    Hanson grabbed the bottle of wine on the table and drank it, "He has found it was me who has been


    going against him, but he hasn''te to apologize. Why should I let him go this easily?"


    There was silence.


    He put the bottle of wine down on the table and smiled, "I want to see him dead within 24 hours!"


    "Yes, sir!"


    "Go get ready and we need to find a ce where we can take him," Hanson said, "I''m going with you. I


    want to kill him with my own hands."


    "Yes, sir!"


    Then, they started nning how to kill Spencer.


    From the calmness on their faces, they should have killed a lot of men.


    In the Kelsington Bay.


    The weather today was good, but the kids couldn''t go out, because they were afraid of being seen by


    their parents.


    The balcony had been cleaned.


    Aubree was ying chess with Diana while Alfie was being the referee.


    "Grandma! You made such a rookie mistake! How long has it been since youst yed chess?" Alfie


    asked.


    Aubree looked at it and was about to take it back, "Oh! I didn''t notice it!"


    "No, grandma!" Diana reminded her, "You have ced your piece! It''s settled!"


    Aubree looked at Alfie, "Is that so, Alfie?"


    "Yes, Grandma," Alfie said with a smile. "You need to be more careful on your next move, or you will


    lose."


    "Okay. I am old!"


    Aubree smiled. The crow''s feet showed that she was no longer young.


    The butler stood beside and watched. She found that Aubree was really rxed when she was with the


    kids. The smile on her face was sincere and genuine.