"Not welcome?"
Eva Nightingale: "That's right, not welcome. Get up immediately and leave, OK?"
The other party was infuriated by her in an instant, but for some unknown reason, suddenly held back the anger and didn't explode. Then, with a smile, he threatened, "Eva Nightingale, if you keep being so rude, I can only have someone tie you up and talk to you slowly. How does that sound?"
Tie up?
"Dean Orient, tie me up? Are you crazy!" This man!
However, Eva looked at him, seemingly remembering something important, and so she brought the topic back: "You're not dead?"
That night...
The gunshots that night...
Gideon Linwood stepped forward: "Miss, our Master Dean was indeed injured that night months ago in the Marwell Islands, and it was very serious."
"At that time, our people rescued him from a pool of blood, and he lay in the emergency room for several days without being out of danger..."
"Master Dean has been recovering from his injuries during this time, so..."
