The police arrived very quickly, and soon the sound of the police siren was heard downstairs.
Hearing the siren, Spencer struggled to run, but he was firmly pressed onto the chair by the bodyguard. His face was against the hard surface of the chair, and he was in an extremely sorry state.
During this period, Ayden had been with his father. While he was holding his father's big hand that had no temperature, his heart was in heavy pain.
"Didn't you say not to gamble anymore? And let's live a good life together? Liar, why can't you fulfill your promise?"
The sound of footsteps came from the corridor, and the police walked in.
"Where is the murderer?"
There was no need to ask more questions. The murderer was suppressed in the chair. His face was full of dissatisfaction, and there was a bloody knife lying on the ground next to him.