Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity! Chapter 89: The Dead Never Speak

Tiana Thorne leaned slightly against the wall, revealing the slyest smile of a fox: "I heard that Old Master Shaw hates the sight of blood, if Martin York dies with you around..."

As she spoke, she glanced at his expression.

Jason Shaw’s narrow, phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly: "Go on."

"I’ve heard that the Shaw brothers are fighting for the position of heir. If soone dies at this critical mont, Third Master Shaw is a smart man, I probably don’t need to remind you of the consequences, do I?"

Tiana Thorne hit the nail on the head, and her reasoning was impeccable.

As of now.

The Shaw family was chaotic. What seed like simple harmony among the brothers was actually a turbulent undercurrent.

No one dared to provoke the old man.

Including him.

"You’re smart," Jason Shaw said, his smile warm, yet the light in his eyes grew more ruthless.

Tiana Thorne smiled slightly, pretending not to notice his viciousness: "I’m rely negotiating terms with Third Master Shaw."

"Keep your so-called terms, there’s one minute left, if you can’t do as you say..."

The aura around the man grew more nacing.

Tiana Thorne raised an eyebrow, allure evident in her eyes, her lips curling slightly upward: "Then, the consequences... or should I say my fate, you won’t need to remind , Third Master Shaw."

With those words, Tiana’s gaze turned a bit colder.

Three.

Two.

One.

"President York, President York..."

"What’s wrong with you? How are you?"

"Ahhhhh, blood! It’s blood!!!"

"Quick, call 120, President York, President York..."

"President York isn’t breathing anymore."

A burst of terrified screams from won followed, and a group of won pushed open the room’s door and fled in panic.

Jason Shaw gave a signal to his bodyguard with a glance.

The bodyguards imdiately understood his aning, subduing the dozen won and taking them to another room.

Soone scread, this scene was like sothing straight out of a movie about silencing witnesses.

Jason Shaw had little patience, his harsh voice was extrely cruel: "If any sound cos out again, nobody f***ing lives."

Everyone was so scared they dared not utter another word.

Instantly, silence fell.

Until the room door was closed.

Tiana Thorne looked at him, a gloomy yet handso face devoid of a smile, seemingly surprised.

He must have had a hard ti, before Martin York’s death, he probably thought Tiana Thorne was just trying to climb into his bed, or deliberately attracting his attention.

Just a recklessly ignorant woman courting death.

Who knew sothing indeed happened.

Martin York was dead.

Tiana Thorne took out her phone, ready to call the hacker, but suddenly felt a cold gaze.

She looked up, only to feel that Third Master Shaw’s gaze was as if watching soone who could no longer speak again.

Tiana Thorne shrugged, without fear, but instead smiled playfully: "Third Master Shaw, you should know, I’m helping you."

Jason Shaw rely scrutinized her, a familiar rogue smile appearing at the corner of his lips, his eyes cold and indifferent.

Before he could speak, Tiana Thorne cut him off: "Third Master must be thinking, the dead never speak, right?"

Jason Shaw laughed: "I never thought, you’re not only smart, but also good at guessing people’s thoughts."

Tiana Thorne’s eyes were bright and captivating: "However, Third Master, since I’ve appeared here, I have a backup plan, it seems you can only believe now."

Jason Shaw played the eagle his whole life, and for the first ti encountered soone daring to play such a dangerous and exciting ga with him.