Shirley Grant pouted and let go of her nose.
"What the hell do you actually want? How big a loss is it for you to just send me back?"
After being here these few days, she finally understood what exactly had happened that day.
Hijacking!
Hehe-da, that's right, she'd run into the legendary ship hijacking.
This man's name was Andrew Davidson, one of the many mafia in Sicily, and his status didn't seem low at all.
Anyway, she couldn't make sense of anything here.
She recounted her experience to Andrew in vivid, moving detail, hoping he'd let her go back.
Too bad, totally useless.
This damned man had absolutely no sympathy.
"If you don't send me back, I'll definitely escape. Don't forget, if it wasn't for you hijacking the ship, I'd have already escaped that Deserted Island just fine."
Shirley Grant roared!
And yes, precisely because of this sentence, Andrew quickly sent several servants to keep an eye on Shirley 24/7.
Damn it, she'd never seen anyone this awful.
