What's going on?
Why did so many excavators suddenly arrive?
Nora Sullivan's face was pale with anger.
If there weren't so many people watching, she would have already shouted at the manor's caretaker.
"What's the matter? Where did these people come from?" She asked, suppressing her anger.
"They... they..."
The caretaker's lips trembled, clearly also scared by the display in front of him.
Facing dozens of intimidating excavators.
Who wouldn't be scared?
Anyone who says otherwise is lying!
This is the iron flood of peaceful times!
Stop them?
Like weak chickens facing mighty foes!
Like an ant trying to stop a carriage!
Unable to withstand a single blow!
At this moment, the door of the excavator at the front opened, and Sarah Sullivan, with her hair in a ponytail and dressed in neat workwear, jumped out.
She wore a bright smile on her face.
Combined with her stunning beauty, she looked extraordinarily gorgeous.
