The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

"Taking into account the time spent in traffic jams, it will take at least an hour for your father to show up at this hotel. Of course, if necessary, I can also temporarily malfunction the elevator so that he can stay inside longer.

So we have plenty of time right now, you really don't want to say something to an FBI agent?"

"What?" Megan smiled sadly. "What can I say to change anything? Those rich and powerful men will still do whatever they want and get away with it, and you FBI are just lackeys.

Just like what happened just now, even if everything is made public, reported by the media or even goes to court, I will be identified as a psychopath by so-called psychologists like that person, and everything I have done is meaningless. "

But you do have some mental problems.

Jack suppressed his inner complaints and opened the box, revealing a row of delicate pinhole cameras inside. He opened one of them and pointed it at Megan.

"Ms. Megan Kane, as a party involved, do you object to the FBI recording any meetings and conversations you may have with a third party in this room in the future?"

Megan, who originally didn't mind exposing herself in front of Jack, subconsciously sat up straight on the sofa and wrapped herself tightly in a bathrobe when facing the little thing in his hand.

She looked at Jack with a little wariness, her eyes showing extremely complicated emotions, and asked word by word, "What exactly do you want to do, Jack?"

Isn't what I did obvious enough? Jack sighed, stood up and attached the camera to the bottom of the TV frame. "As you said, the men you want to retaliate against and expose are all powerful.

Not only are they able to clear their names through elite lawyers, they can even shut up the FBI. Well, at least they succeeded in making you think so, right?

So when this video evidence appears in court and is even leaked to the media, do you still feel that everything you did was meaningless? "

Megan's originally expressionless face suddenly showed surprise, astonishment, and disbelief. Seeing Jack slowly raising the wine glass and about to take a sip, she suddenly pounced on him.

"Don't drink! The wine is poisonous!"

"I know." Jack was just pretending, of course. He held the glass high with one hand to prevent the wine from spilling out, and held her with the other hand.

"So now, are you willing to believe that I am here to help you?"

-

"Ding Dong"

"Please come in, the door is unlocked."

Hearing his daughter's familiar voice, Andrew Kane breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the door open.

Megan, curled up on the sofa, was still wearing her nightgown, but this time she was wearing a black lace suit underneath, which made her look more "professional".

"What's wrong with you?" Andrew turned his face away uncomfortably.

Although similar scenes had been played out before his eyes countless times, with different sexy girls and different seductive outfits, when the protagonist was changed to his adult daughter, the charming atmosphere disappeared.

"What about me?" Megan sneered, her eyes swept across the two glasses of red wine on the coffee table in front of the sofa, "Am I disappointing you, dear daddy?"

Andrew tried to make his tone sound friendly when he spoke, "How could you kill people, Megan, they are all innocent good people"

"Innocent good men?" Megan wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes. "Then why don't we talk about how innocent and kind these men are, Dad."

"I didn't come here to hear you say that!" Andrew raised his hand to refuse. "The FBI may come at any time."

However, Megan had no intention of interrupting the topic and she pulled open her nightgown.

"Joseph Fielding liked to role-play, but these bruises he left on me were real."

"Shut up!" Andrew lowered his voice and took a step forward tremblingly.

"Hoyt Asift has always been your guest of honor. He knows our whole family, right? How excited do you think he was when he first slept with me?" Megan spoke louder and louder.

"Don't talk to me like that!" Anger made Andrew's face turn red, and his voice was no longer suppressed.

"Thinking back, I was so naive that I even questioned you about how those women were better than mom, until I..."

"Shut up, cousin!" Andrew was furious and stepped forward to grab his daughter's neck, but he immediately came to his senses, let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and staggered back.

"That's right, isn't this what you like? Catherine told me that she thought she would be strangled to death by you many times." Megan said gritting her teeth.

Andrew was struck by lightning. He stumbled and sat on the sofa opposite his daughter. He held his head in silence for a while, then slowly spoke, "If you want to punish me in this way, well, then I tell you, you succeeded, my daughter."

Megan looked at her father coldly, her eyes seemingly out of focus, but they were directed over his head at the closed bathroom door.

"I accept all this because it's all my fault." Andrew's tone became very calm, "I am sorry for your mother. Not only did I leave her, I also deprived her of the property that Ben Yin had given her.

But you, Megan, you are my daughter no matter what. I beg you, please don't destroy yourself in this way again. You are still so young and have a long way to go. This time, let me protect you. "

"Protect?" Megan leaned back against the sofa and tilted her head slightly, as if she had heard a joke. "How to protect?"

"If you turn yourself in, my lawyer will bail you out and send you abroad." Andrew seemed to sense that his daughter's attitude had softened a little, so he quickly told her the speech he had prepared long ago.

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"Oh, of course, just like before, right? Give me some money and let me travel around the world so that troubles can stay away from you." Megan laughed.

"Oh my God!" Andrew cursed in a low voice, raised his head and looked at Megan seriously, tears flashing in his eyes, "You are my daughter!"

"I love you," he murmured. "Please, just let me help you this time. Let me do something for you. It's three counts of murder. Texas has the death penalty."

As if reminded by her father, Megan realized that she was afraid. She curled up her legs subconsciously and looked at Andrew, who was already in tears, with tears in her eyes, "I'm so scared."

"I know."

Andrew got up from the sofa, walked to his daughter and squatted down, comforting her softly, "It's okay, believe me, dad is here, dad will protect you."

"Will you always stay with me?" Megan looked pitiful under the light, and she no longer had the deliberate demeanor she had pretended to have before.

"Of course." Andrew stroked his daughter's cheek with the back of his hand to wipe away her tears.

"You promise?" Megan burst into tears.

"I promise." Andrew, who was also moved, stretched out his arms to his daughter and held her in his arms.

However, this tender scene did not last long. Andrew, who was holding his daughter, gently stroked her back for a moment and then spoke again, "I need one more thing."

"What?" Megan, who was still crying, gradually stopped crying and her expression gradually turned cold.

"Your client list."

Megan stiffened when she heard this, and slowly loosened her arms.