"So are you going?" Polly Sutton asked, "This matter started because of me, I'll go with you."
"This matter has nothing to do with you, it's just that this person happened to be you. If it weren't you, it could have been Grace Yates, or your senior, or any designer from this country." Victor Parker finished reading Moder's information, then looked at Polly Sutton, "I'm taking Jonathan Jones with me."
"But..."
"Moder is a sensible person, he wouldn't dare extend his claws here, that's why he detained your senior brother. Staying here is the safest for you, leave the rescue mission to me." Victor Parker said, patting her head, "I will bring your senior brother back safely."
Polly Sutton nodded, "Just taking Jonathan Jones?"
Thinking about the flames of war, Polly Sutton felt uneasy.
But Victor Parker had no one right now.
He really had no one.
Victor Parker's eyes grew darker, "Enough."
