No wonder I hadn’t noticed. I thought, Samantha from the police station has the same hair color as me. Exactly the same.
So identical, a chill ran down my back, but a soft coat draped over me.
“Have you figured out what to do?”
I turned, meeting Ethan’s rare, concerned face, and forced a smile. “Of course.”
My mother always said, if you’re hit, you should hit back, and if you’re bullied, you should make the other person feel even worse.
I was taught not to swallow your anger, but to fight violence with violence.
I took the property deed to this house and listed it online, offering it for sale at 70% below market price. I had only one requirement:
The buyer had to be aggressive and ruthless.
Then, I had Ethan use his identity to exert pressure. After thoroughly investigating the matter of Samantha’s son’s schooling, I had hair samples from Michael and Samantha’s son prepared for a paternity test.
Finally, I led my men straight to Michael Reynolds’ hometown and raised my hand.
A loud explosion shook the quiet countryside, reducing the half-built house to rubble.