"Still running?"
The man, riding in a small helicopter, flew in front of her, exuding an air of nobility.
But Eva Nightingale was only filled with anger, wanting to kill!
Damn man.
Truly a damn man.
She stood up straight, panting, no longer running.
Glaring at him with resentment in her eyes: "You despicable man! What kind of hero are you? You only bully women, what kind of gentleman is that?"
She missed her mommy, her uncle, little Pear, little Ivy, her master, and... Lucas Knight...
Here, she dreamt of her husband for several nights!
Every time she woke up, her face was wet with tears.
"I'll give you a chance to choose, do you want to keep running, or obediently come back with me, hm?" he said, taking out a phone and playing a video, holding it in front of her.
In the video, a middle-aged man was beaten, covered in blood, and his legs were broken.
Bloodstains were all over his body and on the ground...
There were shattered bracelets on the ground...
