Upon hearing Charles Northwood's hesitant words, Fiona Sutton instantly wore a look of disdain.
"Bodyguard with a knife, are you stupid?"
His identity isn't simple?
What identity?
Eternal back-up?
A perennial nice guy?
Yeah, right.
Charles Northwood's face immediately turned dark, okay, forget about expecting Fiona Sutton to say anything nice.
So, he turned and looked at Nia Mitchell.
Nia Mitchell laughed awkwardly, what could she do? She really didn't want to hurt Charles Northwood.
"Um... sometimes, some things are better left in dreams. Don't try to bring them into reality."
Pfft—
Alright, she admitted, her words were even harsher than Fiona Sutton's.
Haha!
Charles Northwood's mouth twitched, damn!
He couldn't swear, couldn't, couldn't!
Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Um...
Charles Northwood frowned, normally, no one would come over to his place.
If someone did come, it would only be Tara Jameson or someone from the Northwood Family.
