Murderer

Jasmine could hardly believe what was happening. First she was at the party, serving drinks, and then the next she was tossed harshly to the ground in front of everyone.

She was actually told about the party, but she had no idea about why they were hosting the party. But she was told by Mrs. Jane to come and work there, and she did just that, but the least she was expecting was being tossed to the ground. She also earned a perplexed look from everyone.

She tried to stand up weakly and glanced to look at Dylan, who stood in front of her, close to his intimidating throne.

“What are you doing?” Dylan heard his aunt ask in a whisper.

Turning towards her. “Vivian, that question would be answered very soon,” he spoke and turned back to look at Jasmine with a cold gaze.

“This right here is the sister of the man who killed my father. Her brother fled with his parents, but she was caught doing the same. I have passed my judgment already, and I believe it's the best judgment that would suit he