Dean narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the video.

"I've worked beside Dean Jennings for fifteen years. I quit my job two years ago and returned home due to a severe injury. For the past year or so, I've been tormented, and every time I close my eyes, I'm haunted by countless spirits that died in vain because of him... Throughout the fifteen years, I've worked for him, I've killed a total of eighteen people, including his lovers and children. Of course, those children aren't really his children. Dean Jennings tells the world that they were his children to cover up the fact that he had long lost the ability to make children!"

"Baam!"

Dean threw Sebastian's phone onto the ground, but the video was still playing.

"Eighteen lives, gone, simply because he wanted them gone. He had more bodyguards under his command killed… Even Dean Jennings himself must have lost track on how many women and children died because of him."

"B*st*rd! Shut up! Shut up!" Dean barked and stomped ferocio