In the adjacent bed, Tyler Jenkins shifted uncomfortably, his dislocated arm now set in a cast. Both men looked up sharply when the door opened.
A man entered, his face concealed by a mask. Despite the disguise, they recognized him immediately – the same person who had transferred fifty thousand dollars to each of them to harass Olivia Winters.
Brock's voice trembled with fury.
"Damn you, why didn't you say she knew self-defense? She kicked my balls to pieces—I'm ruined for life!"
Victor Stone snapped impatiently, his eyes cold above the mask.
"Shut up. You'll each get another three hundred thousand dollars. When the police question you, say it was your own lust that made you act. Don't mention anyone hired you, understand?"
Tyler nodded eagerly, blonde hair falling into his ey
