Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 89: The Dead Never Speak

Tiana Thorne leaned slightly against the wall, revealing the slyest smile of a fox: "I heard that Old Master Shaw hates the sight of blood, if Martin York dies with you around..."

As she spoke, she glanced at his expression.

Jameson Shaw’s narrow, phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly: "Go on."

"I’ve heard that the Shaw brothers are fighting for the position of heir. If someone dies at this critical moment, Third Master Shaw is a smart man, I probably don’t need to remind you of the consequences, do I?"

Tiana Thorne hit the nail on the head, and her reasoning was impeccable.

As of now.

The Shaw family was chaotic. What seemed like simple harmony among the brothers was actually a turbulent undercurrent.

No one dared to provoke the old man.

Including him.

"You’re smart," Jameson Shaw said, his smile warm, yet the light in his eyes grew more ruthless.

Tiana Thorne smiled slightly, pretending not to notice his viciousness: "I’m merely negotiating terms with Third Master Shaw."

"Keep your so-called terms, there’s one minute left, if you can’t do as you say..."

The aura around the man grew more menacing.

Tiana Thorne raised an eyebrow, allure evident in her eyes, her lips curling slightly upward: "Then, the consequences... or should I say my fate, you won’t need to remind me, Third Master Shaw."

With those words, Tiana’s gaze turned a bit colder.

Three.

Two.

One.

"President York, President York..."

"What’s wrong with you? How are you?"

"Ahhhhh, blood! It’s blood!!!"

"Quick, call 120, President York, President York..."

"President York isn’t breathing anymore."

A burst of terrified screams from women followed, and a group of women pushed open the room’s door and fled in panic.

Jameson Shaw gave a signal to his bodyguard with a glance. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The bodyguards immediately understood his meaning, subduing the dozen women and taking them to another room.

Someone screamed, this scene was like something straight out of a movie about silencing witnesses.

Jameson Shaw had little patience, his harsh voice was extremely cruel: "If any sound comes out again, nobody f***ing lives."

Everyone was so scared they dared not utter another word.

Instantly, silence fell.

Until the room door was closed.

Tiana Thorne looked at him, a gloomy yet handsome face devoid of a smile, seemingly surprised.

He must have had a hard time, before Martin York’s death, he probably thought Tiana Thorne was just trying to climb into his bed, or deliberately attracting his attention.

Just a recklessly ignorant woman courting death.

Who knew something indeed happened.

Martin York was dead.

Tiana Thorne took out her phone, ready to call the hacker, but suddenly felt a cold gaze.

She looked up, only to feel that Third Master Shaw’s gaze was as if watching someone who could no longer speak again.

Tiana Thorne shrugged, without fear, but instead smiled playfully: "Third Master Shaw, you should know, I’m helping you."

Jameson Shaw merely scrutinized her, a familiar rogue smile appearing at the corner of his lips, his eyes cold and indifferent.

Before he could speak, Tiana Thorne cut him off: "Third Master must be thinking, the dead never speak, right?"

Jameson Shaw laughed: "I never thought, you’re not only smart, but also good at guessing people’s thoughts."

Tiana Thorne’s eyes were bright and captivating: "However, Third Master, since I’ve appeared here, I have a backup plan, it seems you can only believe me now."

Jameson Shaw played the eagle his whole life, and for the first time encountered someone daring to play such a dangerous and exciting game with him.