CHAPTER 140 TRIP TO Mr. JACKSON

The Toy

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Mr. Davis Jackson sat on the other sofa across from us. His eyes darted around like he was scanning for an escape.

“Mr. Jackson, don’t do anything stupid.” There was a wide smile on his face. “I never knew you were capable of showing emotion with the way you were sitting on the chair while my father threw his tantrum.” He leaned back. “If I knew you were the one I was looking for, I would have decorated your face with your blood.”

The tension and the unease were palpable.

Sitting down, my eyes kept dancing between both of them. I had a lot of questions, but I had to wait for Damon to set the stage.

“Why did you buy the bracelet under my name?” Damon questioned. “Why were you trying to frame me for her murder?”

Mr. Jackson's eyes widened. “Your name?” Confusion was written on his face. “I never bought it in your name,” he responded.

“But on the receipt, you wrote Mr.“ Damon froze mid-sentence; he faced me, fear settled in his eyes.

"Damon, what happened?” My voice quiver