Chapter 218

A while later, Dorson, the man who had almost strangled Chloe to death that night at the private club, walked into Jordan's office with a blank face. Jordan leaned back in his chair, looking at Dorson. "Dorson, how long have you been working for me?" "Four years now, Mister Pavian." "So, it's been four years," Jordan mumbled to himself. "Well, I'm in trouble right now, and so is the company. I'm going to need your help." "I'll do anything for you, Mister Pavian." "Make sure Telford Gills is dead. He's probably still in detention right now and not yet in jail. It shouldn't be too hard for you to take him out," Jordan said coldly. "Got it. I'll go tonight." "Okay. Thanks, Dorson." "Anything else, Mister Pavian?' "Not at the moment. You'll get a million dollars and a month off work once this is done." "Thank you, Mister Pavian." Dorson bowed in appreciation, turning to leave. Jordan let out a long breath, but his brows remained furrowed. He needed to take care of