Bella Green's tone was slightly hurried, her limbs growing colder as she spoke.
All that talk about Louis Lawrence's fiancée, unable to tolerate women by his side, was nonsense.
That person was coming for her.
One moment Bella Green thought things were clear, but now, it's even more confusing.
Many things, yet no clues to be found.
Louis Lawrence gazed at her, his long, fox-like eyes full of profound meaning.
"You are indeed very smart." His voice carried a barely perceptible sigh.
He wasn't sure if her intelligence was good or bad...
"So, just what is going on here, aren't you planning to tell me... brother?"
The two words were like a current, swept through his ears straight to his heart, tightening his breath.
The pupils, pitch-black, contracted tightly, and in the depth of those black eyes, Bella Green's figure was reflected.
His breathing fell out of rhythm, even the expression on his face had a few cracks.
"You, say it again..."
