Mason King spoke softly and casually: "If she's a sharp arrow, she should either be used for my benefit or be eliminated as a threat. Unfortunately, she has not been used for my benefit but has become a weapon for others and a thorn in my eye."
"What do you mean?"
Mr. Carter was still on guard.
It seemed that Mr. King was hinting at him to surrender, but this man appeared extremely calm and composed. Mr. Carter's decades of experience and his years of observing patience in prison had made it clear to him that the young man before him was not someone easy to deal with.
Especially when this person was already standing in front of him, speaking with a soft and deep voice close to his ears, but the voice seemed forceful and sent a chilling sensation down his spine.
Because of his early years spent dancing, Mr. Carter had stopped growing too early, with a height of only 175 cm. As he turned his head to get a clear look at Mason King, he had to lift his gaze slightly.
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