Selena Kensington looked at the sudden situation, not too surprised.
Since those crocodiles appeared, Selena had vaguely guessed something.
This Mr. Fujiwara is not one of us.
She was just curious about the hint of greed in Mr. Fujiwara's eyes when he looked at her just now...what it meant.
Sterling Norwood did not answer Mr. Fujiwara's words, his gaze resting on him, eyes flashing with an inexplicable expression.
"Mr. Fujiwara, I thought you would be a smart man."
Kuriyama Yuna pushed the katana in her hand slightly, and soon, a shallow line of blood appeared on Mr. Fujiwara's neck.
Mr. Fujiwara's expression did not change, his face still carried a slight smile.
"Patriarch Kuriyama, I don't know what you mean."
Listening to Mr. Fujiwara's words, Kuriyama Yuna's expression remained unchanged. "A dying man doesn't need to know so much."
As Kuriyama Yuna spoke these words, Mr. Fujiwara's expression slightly changed.
