Evelyn Peary hesitated for a mont, her lips tightly pursed.
Her eyebrows furrowed deeply, and it took her a long ti to decide to speak.
"I received a phone call."
It was Yancy Hastings’ voice on the phone.
Of course, it wasn’t Yancy Hastings who made the call because Yancy Hastings had already died.
The voice on the phone was obviously recorded.
"Speak! Who are you exactly?"
"Hmm..."
"..."
"A military officer from A Country, Yancy Hastings?"
These people were quite capable, at least they easily investigated Yancy Hastings.
"Co on, taste the flavor of death!"
"..."
This was a very chaotic recording, presumably recorded at that place at that ti.
There were continuous muffled groans from Yancy Hastings and sounds of punching and kicking.
She knew that each sound was a beating on Yancy Hastings.
Finally, she heard Yancy Hastings’ true voice.
"Even if I die, I still... won’t..."
And then, there was nothing more.
She didn’t know what all this was about.
But those people gave her a warning.
"Little girl, I advise you not to call your brother before dark, or else..."
She admitted she was scared.
That’s why she called her sister-in-law.
She just didn’t expect that this matter would be forgotten by Nia Mitchell.
"Yancy Hastings?"
Maxwell Peary sat there, shrouded in an aura that was hard to comprehend.
This side of him was the true Young Master Peary.
"This matter is very odd. I’ll investigate it first thing. In the anti, you stay at the villa."
Maxwell Peary frowned, directly picking up the phone to call Annie Davidson.
"I say, Maxwell, you also have a wife. Don’t you have a nightlife?"
On the other side of the call, Annie Davidson sat on Owen Lewis, sweating profusely, both faces flushed.
Part of their bodies were intimately connected, clearly engaged in sothing blush-inducing.
Annie Davidson was furious.
Maxwell Peary’s call at this ti must be very important.
So, she had to answer it.
"Check if there’s anything we overlooked on the day Yancy Hastings died."
He couldn’t believe that there would be any oversight in sothing he personally handled.
"I say, Maxwell, you..."
Annie Davidson wanted to say more, but Owen Lewis sat up, pulled her into his arms, and took the phone.
"Boss, what’s going on?"
His voice still carried heavy breathing.
Maxwell Peary completely ignored these matters; after all, there was no way to care if he wanted to.
He awkwardly coughed, feeling that this call was a bit cruel.
If he and Rabina Mitchell were interrupted like this.
Uh...
He would definitely eliminate that person.
"Evelyn received photos as a threat, all regarding Yancy Hastings that day. See what their purpose is."
Maxwell Peary looked at the photos in his hand, the bloody and dark aura suffocating.
Such cruel photos, and the people in them were so familiar.
Maxwell Peary’s forehead veins bulged, enveloping him in a dark aura.
"Photos of Yancy Hastings?"
Owen Lewis was stunned, clearly not expecting this.
Such a thing would happen?
What’s the purpose?
Yancy Hastings was a dead man; why would he be dragged out again at this ti?
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