Chapter 707

Otis took the evidence from his men and glanced at it with a sneer. Years ago, he had let his guard down and suffered a significant loss because of Annalise, but not this time. He had learned his lesson—the same tricks wouldn't work on him anymore. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the evidence onto the passenger seat, barely sparing it another look. So after all these years, Annalise still hadn't changed. She fell for Otis' simple misdirection. And to think, he had worried she might have become more formidable and more challenging to deal with. Otis tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Back then, Annalise and Portia collaborated to throw him in prison. But now, he was out and led a thriving life. Did they really think they could still live comfortably? What a joke. Otis pulled into the hotel parking garage and dialed a friend. "Are you free to help me out? It's all right if you're not. I can handle Annalise myself." Zane was Annalise's biggest supporter now. If Otis