Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 94: What Do Other People’s Lives or Deaths Have to Do With Her?
The room was very quiet, as if the sound of two people’s heartbeats could be heard, different rhythms.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three minutes passed...
The cigarette between Jameson Shaw’s fingers was also burnt out, it seemed he only took a single puff.
Suddenly, he raised his head, looking at her, those eyes were filled with bloodshot red.
Thin lips moved slightly, voice hoarse to the extreme: "Get out."
Tiana Thorne brushed back the hair on her forehead, her smile was naively bright, putting down the piece of paper with the phone number: "Call me anytime."
After speaking, she stood up, turned around, and walked out.
She left with considerable ease and tranquility.
She knew, Jameson Shaw was angry, his heart pained, but he had gained some trust in her words.
So, it seemed, she was one step closer to success.
Jodie Tanner probably couldn’t rise again.
Of course, as for the consequences of her deceiving Jameson Shaw by taking someone else’s place, that wasn’t her concern.
The life and death of others, what did it have to do with her?
...
No one dared to disturb Jameson Shaw.
Even his special assistant only dared to stand far away at the door.
Jameson Shaw probably smoked four cigarettes, then called out the assistant’s name: "Owen."
"Third Master." Owen quickly entered the room.
"Look into Martin York’s death."
"Understood."
Calculating the time, Martin York’s body should have already been examined by the forensic doctor.
Owen only sent a text message.
A few minutes later, a reply was received.
"Third Master, Martin York died of acute cerebral hemorrhage, blood vessels in the brain burst, dying on the spot."
Jameson Shaw took a fierce drag on the cigarette, his voice even more chilling: "Get out."
Owen quickly nodded and left.
What on earth did Tiana Thorne say to the Third Master?
The Third Master’s current state closely resembled his past fits of manic depression.
He dared not go far, only waiting by the door.
Because, the Third Master once told him.
If he ever attempted suicide again, he must be stopped.
The Third Master also said, he owed someone a life, he couldn’t just die easily.
Jameson Shaw smoked one cigarette after another, the room was filled with the suffocating smell of tobacco.
Unknown how long passed, he extinguished the last cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, enveloped in darkness, without a hint of light.
He took out his phone and dialed a number he had never proactively contacted before.
It rang three times, and was answered.
"Hello, Third Brother."
Listening to her gentle voice, Jameson Shaw closed his eyes, his tone was softer than ever before: "How’s your health?"
"Rest assured, Third Brother, it’s just early stage, I’ll be fine, you must take care of yourself." Jodie Tanner’s voice was already somewhat choked.
"Alright."
Jodie Tanner said again: "Also, you must take your medicine on time, alright?"
"Alright, I know."
Jodie Tanner asked again, her voice gentle as water: "Third Brother, do you believe those rumors?"
Jameson Shaw looked at the scar on his wrist, after a long while, he countered: "Tell me, is it true?"
"Of course not, I was framed, but don’t worry for me, I will definitely find a way to clear everything," Jodie Tanner said, her voice trembling, yet chuckling softly.
"Dear."
Jameson Shaw suddenly spoke up.
Jodie Tanner felt a panic in her heart, it was the first time in all the years she’d known him that he called her like this.
Jodie Tanner was at a loss, she could only reply in the gentlest voice: "I’m here."
"Call me once, it’s been so long since I’ve heard it." Jameson Shaw’s voice was somewhat hoarse.
