The dagger on her neck was Tasha's death warrant. It was normal for her to work for Jett. At the critical moment, she still couldn't really take her life out to play.
"Sir, let's have a talk. Take off the dagger and I'll let you go." Tasha grinned helplessly.
John said, "You don't deserve to bargain with me."
Hearing this, Tasha opened her eyes slightly, "The voice is so familiar. Sean? Are you Sean?"
John didn't say anything, it meant that he acquiesced in it.
Tasha's eyes were full of surprise. She knew that Sean might not be that simple at that time, but she did not expect that he was a member of Vicente, and they were in two different camps, but they worked part-time in the same cinema on the same day.
She really didn't know if she should say that it was fate.
Demi didn't know whether it was fate or not. She only knew that Tasha was going to kill her.
First she met Noah, and then Sean. She showed up in front of the people Vicente trusted.
Demi thought that Tasha was so stupid!
Demi clenched her t
worry in his eyes.
John thought, 'What's wrong with Noah? In fact, we aren't so close.'
'We are rivals in love.'
"Has the ambulance arrived?" John was burning with anxiety. If it had been late, Noah would have died.
Demi looked at the dock and answered, "No. Oh. I heard the sound."
Vicente had always been fast. The nearest hospital had sent an ambulance. As soon as they got off the ship, the doctors and nurses carried Noah away. When he was sent to the ambulance, some emergency measures had been started.
Worried about Noah, John hailed a taxi and followed him.
Demi stood by the road. The sea breeze blew her messy hair. In fact, she had gotten something.
When Cali entered the bathroom, Demi had pulled a small part of Van's hair and stuffed it into her chest.
Demi took a look at it and found that the black part was still on her skin.
"Yes, I've got my hair. I just hope that Tasha can kill Cali. Then I won't have any risk of exposure." Demi looked at the island and said, "Tasha, don't hold me back."