"It's simple, I played a game with Jodie Tanner. Her skill set is different from that girl's, and besides, Jodie Tanner's technique is really trash," Tiana Thorne replied.
Jameson Shaw squinted his eyes, looking at his left hand, the scar on his wrist.
That time he attempted suicide, he cut his left wrist deeply. It was inconvenient, so he never played games again.
So, he didn't know.
Tiana Thorne pressed her lips together and asked directly, "How does Mr. Shaw plan to deal with Jodie Tanner?"
Jameson Shaw's brows furrowed deeply: "That's not something you should be concerned about, Miss Thorne."
Tiana Thorne's eyes shifted: "As far as I know, Jodie Tanner deliberately took her place and falsely told that girl that you had already passed away."
Jameson Shaw looked at her, his expression turning cold, a harsh gaze emanating from him that sent a chill to the heart.
