Chapter 565: I Just Like Her 1

Samuel Johnson ended the call and tossed his phone aside, then lay back down on the bed.

Outside the window, waves churned and birds sang in bursts, his current location was a secluded island.

The room was white, with the sound of medical equipment beeping steadily. He frowned slightly as the place where he was originally injured began to throb with pain again.

That day, a bullet had grazed his heart, missing by a mere millimeter; had it struck his heart, he would have been beyond saving.

He had long been aware of some agreement between Amanda Smith and Lyric Willow, and had begun to guard against Amanda's betrayal, but when he truly found out what she had done, he felt a chill throughout his body.

She actually wanted him dead.

Perhaps she truly hated him, so much that she wished she could kill him herself, which is why she conspired with Lyric Willow to stage this play to kill him.

After realizing this, he felt hardly any sadness.