470 I WILL PAY YOU TO KILL HIM

Something happened not long after Jerome's four men drank their drinks. They fell to the floor, unconscious, as soon as they put their cups down.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Jerome exclaimed, he stood up from his seat and looked at the four men that he had brought along had fallen to the floor and didn't move again. Were they dead?

And in that instant, everything happened so fast.

Someone closed the doors and the five guests who looked like ordinary people, with two of them being women in office clothes, quickly pointed the weapons they had hidden, at Jerome and Maureen.

"You framed me!?" Jerome growled at Apple, who was sitting directly across from him, but the girl seemed just as confused as he was. Only, Jerome was too filled with anger to realize that.

Jerome quickly grabbed the gun at his waist, but then he cursed loudly when a bullet breezed past his ear and froze him, not daring to move anymore.