I have to say, John was really too clever.

He had a good grasp of the personalities of both Jane and me.

We both loved him so much that we were willing to die for him.

But fortunately, the heavens had eyes, and I knew about his plan.

I didn't speak, but I showed her a video.

The words of Chris and John in the video were enough to tell her everything.

After watching it, her eyes were full of surprise.

"So, we're both being deceived?"

"Yes, we were both kept in the dark by him. He's planning to kill us and take my paintings and your money."

I explained to her.

"Ms. Jane, you have to believe me. I really didn't know John had a wife these past six years, and I only know now."

"So, are you willing to cooperate with me and get revenge on this scumbag?"

She tightly gripped her phone, and said with some hesitation, "But can I really trust you?"

"What if I help you get revenge on John, and you turn around and kill me, and take my money?"

"Ms. Jane, don't worry. I don't want money. I only want my son."

"And I also have paintings worth tens of millions of dollars, so I'm not short of money."

"Your son?"

She was a little surprised.

"Yes, after I gave birth to my son, he was taken to his parents' place by John."

Then, I showed her the photos.

She covered her mouth in surprise.

"So, this is your child."

She told me that she had been taking care of my son all these years.

John had lied to her that he had found him on the side of the road.

In that case, she would know where my son was.

Happiness welled up in my heart.

Originally, I was going to find my son through John.

I didn't have to do that anymore.

But I also calmed down; no matter what, I had to solve this demon, John, first.

Otherwise, Jane and I wouldn't have a good day.

"Ms. Jane, are you ready to trust me now?"

She reached out her hand to me.

"I agree to cooperate with you."

In a certain sense, we were both ants on the same rope.

Only by cooperating could we escape danger.

Jane, although she was as love-struck as me, was also very clear-headed at the critical moment.