Wynn knew that today's matter was all because Connor gave him face.
Therefore, he hurriedly walked before Connor and said with a smile, "Conn…No, Mr. McDonald, thank you so much for today. How about I treat you to a drink?"
"There's no need…" Connor replied indifferently and continued, "You'd better keep a low profile when you're out. You won't be lucky all the ti. Today, you t in my clubhouse. If it were anywhere else, the outco might be different..."
"Yes… yes…" Wynn hurriedly nodded at Connor.
Connor glanced at Wynn indifferently and did not say anything. Instead, he turned to Yvette and said, "Let's go!"
"Okay!" Yvette nodded and followed Connor out of Heavens Club.
Everyone looked at Connor and Yvette, feeling extrely puzzled. Wynn was not Yvette's brother, yet he addressed Connor by na. However, Yvette did not respond at all!
Hence, everyone felt there was only one possibility at this mont - Yvette was willing to be Connor's mistress!
Everyone felt this was even more unbelievable than when Jace Sackmann took the initiative to call himself a toad.
How could soone like Yvette be willing to be soone else's mistress?
However, at this mont, only Kaitlyn knew what was going on. However, Kaitlyn had no way to explain these things to others.
Furthermore, Yvette did not even mind being labeled a mistress, so she would definitely not ddle in other people's business.
***
On the other side, after Jace left Heavens Club, he returned to his car and took out so tissues to wipe his face.
"Ring, ring, ring…"
Jace's cell phone rang.
He quickly picked up the phone and asked softly, "Did Dune find him?"
"That's right. I'm the man!" the other party replied.
"Co to the parking lot of Heavens Club now. I'll wait for you here. I'm in a black Bentley!"
After Jace knew that the hitman was coming, he was excited and spoke quickly.
"All right, see you in three minutes!" the hitman replied indifferently and then hung up the phone.
Jace sat alone in the car and waited.
If it were a normal person, after knowing Connor's identity, they would definitely not dare to make a move on Connor. However, Jace had suffered too much humiliation today. He felt that all of this was because of Connor, so there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill Connor.
At this mont, the anger in his heart had completely made him lose his rationality.
Three minutes later, a white van slowly stopped beside the Bentley.
A middle-aged man briefly observed his surroundings. After making sure that there were no threats, he opened the door of the Bentley and sat in the back seat.
Jace turned to look at the middle-aged man and asked softly, "You're the person Dune found for ?"
"That's right, I'm him." The hitman nodded lightly.
A trace of doubt flashed in Jace's eyes, and then he frowned and said, "The person I want to kill is not simple. Are you sure you can do it yourself?"
"There's soone else in my car. It shouldn't be a big problem if it's just us!" he answered directly.
"Great then…"
After Jace knew that it was a two-people operation, he visibly relaxed. Then he continued to ask, "How much do you charge?"
"Two million each!" the middle-aged man replied.
"Two million?"
Jace couldn't help but smile when he heard the number. Then he said lightly, "How about this? I'll give the two of you five million if you can help kill this person without being discovered."
The middle-aged man's face lit up because it was the first ti he had t a client like Jace, who took the initiative to raise the price.
"Mr. Sachmann, don't worry. Since we've accepted your money, we'll definitely do a good job!" the middle-aged man said seriously.
"But I'm a little worried that you won't have enough. Money doesn't matter. The goal is that you have to help kill Connor…" Jace said with a frown.
The middle-aged man smiled faintly when he heard Jace's words and said confidently, "Mr. Sachmann, my brother and I have been in this line of work for more than ten years. We have never lost a battle, so don't worry. Killing an ordinary person is easy for us…"
At this mont, the middle-aged man was not lying. He and his brother had indeed taken on many jobs and never failed or been caught by the police. It was obvious that this middle-aged man was not an ordinary person.
After Jace heard this, he was slightly relieved.
"Mr. Sachmann, do you have a photo of the target?" the middle-aged man asked.
"A photo?" Hearing this, Jace looked a little helpless, and then he said softly, "I just t that kid. From where would I get the photo?"
"If you don't have the photos, we don't know who to kill."
The middle-aged man was speechless.
"You don't have to worry about that. I know that person. Moreover, that person is in the clubhouse now. Let's wait here. When that person cos out, I'll tell you…" Jace said lightly.
"Mr. Sachmann, aren't you afraid of being seen?" the middle-aged man asked.
"He's already a dead man. What's there to be afraid of? I want to see you kill him with my own eyes. Otherwise, resolving the hatred in my heart won't be easy!" Jace gritted his teeth and said.
"All right then…"
The middle-aged man saw that Jace was so firm about it, so he couldn't say anything more. He could only nod helplessly.
"Mr. Sachmann, let's wait in my car. Your car is too attention-catching!" the middle-aged man reminded him kindly.
"All right, let's go to your car!"
Jace nodded gently and then followed the middle-aged man into another car.
A few minutes later, Connor and Yvette walked out of Heavens Club, chatting and laughing.
At this mont, Connor planned to drive Yvette back to the hotel before going ho.
When Jace saw Connor, he acted like he had seen his father's murderer and shouted, "Did you two see that person? It's him. Go kill him now…"
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