Chapter 702

The champagne glass in Logan's hand shattered under his grip. I jumped in shock and quickly grabbed a napkin before I even had time to feel scared. Thankfully, his hand wasn't injured, though the champagne had spilled all over him. He didn't seem to notice and said in a terrifyingly cold voice, "How credible is this information?" Jeremiah sighed and rubbed his temples. "See, I knew you'd react like this. If I don't say anything, and there's a next time—or a time after that—they'll eventually succeed. But you get all worked up once I tell you something." I snapped out of my shock and asked, "How did you find out, Mr. Hall?" He flashed a lazy smile. "I've got a lot of information sources. Once something happens, it's easy enough to poke around and figure out the gist of it. I checked your dashcam footage. It's obvious that the truck driver was targeting you. "Oh… and he's a degenerate gambler who owes hundreds of thousands in high-interest loans he can't repay. You get the picture