Jordan Guthrie glanced at her indifferently, his bright red lips slightly curving up with a touch of malice, "The woman hidden away by Samuel Johnson, tell me, who is she?"
"A hidden concubine... huh."
"But that guy, I bet he'd never figure out how I managed to get on his cargo ship until the day he died." He looked at Amanda Smith and his malicious smile widened, "I should thank you, Miss Smith. Without your help, I couldn't have carried out the plan so smoothly."
Amanda Smith's eyes widened in shock as she stared at him, "You—?!"
"Of course, it was me." Jordan Guthrie said with a slow smile, "Even the remote sniper was someone I arranged. A shot to kill, I reckon Mr. Johnson wouldn't have felt much pain before he died."
Amanda Smith's breathing quickened, and as she looked at the man before her, her grip tightened, "I made it clear... not to harm him, you—!"