Mr Sampson looked at their faces suspiciously. He didn't trust them, so that's why he wasn't willing to make any confessional statement against the man who ruined his life.
"If he sent you to wipe what is left of me, then go ahead and do it. Don't pretend to be his enemy. I have lived a lie all my life, I guess it's time to go rest if there's tranquility in the afterlife." He said with a sigh, leaning his head against the backrest of the chair.
"You…" Max has reached his breaking point and he would have punched the man if not for Lola's hand on his arm which stopped him.
"I will talk to him." She said when he met her gaze.
"I don't want you to go any closer to him. Someone who has eaten on the same plate with Prescott should be considered dangerous." He muttered to her, glaring at the man over her shoulder.