I continued, "The ones you share friendship with are Alisson and Rhett. Not me. Instead of wasting your breath kneeling and bleeding on my driveway, save your strength and go beg your precious artist Rhett."See if he'll show some mercy and save your crumbling families out of gratitude for you kneeling commando for him."With that, I pulled the curtains shut.The doorbell rang again.This time, it was Alisson.Her arm was still wrapped in bandages, her face was deathly pale, and her eyes were swollen and bloodshot. She was clearly fresh out of the police station.She stared at me with a complex gaze, and her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something.Yet in the end, she fell right back into her usual arrogant posture. "Terrence, haven't you had enough? Do you really have to be this ruthless? My friends already know they messed up. Why are you still making life impossible for them?"She actually believed I was just throwing a childish tantrum to gain leverage."Drop it, Te
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