Fiona Sutton excitedly hugged his waist tightly, refusing to let go.
"You're really easy to deceive!"
Suddenly, the man's voice echoed in her ear.
Fiona Sutton was stunned and slowly released her grip, raising her head to look at him.
"I thought you were some extraordinary beauty, but it turns out you're just ordinary."
A flash of cruelty appeared in the man's eyes as he instantly pressed a gun to her temple with his right hand.
"Yancy… Yancy Hastings…"
Fiona Sutton told herself to stay calm, but fear had already engulfed her.
She widened her eyes, unable to believe the scene before her.
"Yancy Hastings, what are you doing? I'm Fiona Sutton!"
I'm Fiona Sutton!
It's Fiona Sutton!
How can you do this to me?
"Woman, it's not me deceiving you; it's you deceiving yourself."
He lowered his head, his eyes meeting hers filled with tears.
"Are you the woman he can't forget? Yancy Hastings is already dead."
"Bang!"
