"Do you think I don't dare to kill you?" Wesley's voice was devoid of any human emotions, cold as ice. As long as August Oliver dared to say yes, he would immediately grab a gun and kill August Oliver.
August Oliver wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, suppressing the overwhelming hatred in his eyes, and said as calmly as possible, "What did I do wrong to deserve such a warning?"
Wesley squinted his eyes, his sharp gaze landing on him, as if scrutinizing him. After a while, he twisted his mouth into a sneer, "Don't play tricks in front of me. I've seen through your little games since I was twenty! You know clearly what you did."
"I don't know." August Oliver raised his head, meeting his gaze, and answered decisively.
His fearless demeanor made the cunning man doubt for a split second, but only for a moment, then he returned to his unreadable, ruthless coldness, "Was it you who dealt with the Harper Family?"
