“Your perspective is wrong! They promised me!” Conner hissed. He looked like he was going crazy as he grabbed his head, ruffling his own hair.

Peter sunk a needle into his neck and put some sedative into him. Conner fell back into a deep sleep.

Linford stood up from his chair as he ordered Alfred, “When he wakes up, ask him if he wants to be a witness in the court when we sue the Barnett family. I need to know when he’s sober. I still have other things to ask him. And… oh! Send ...