Chapter 572 The One Behind The Attacks (3)

No, not only did she not cherish it once, but also she had been wasting the trust given by this person. No matter when, she always ignored it.

Her wrist was almost broken, when it was grasped by the man.

Angie groaned, "You are hurting me!"

"Oh, I did it on purpose. You can't change your habit of eating shit. You just need to be tortured hard. You forget the broken glass last time, don't you?"

'How could she forget it?'

She directly knelt down on the floor of broken glass. She couldn't go out for several days. How could she forget that?

Angie's face changed. When she was lost in her memory, her wrist was removed. "Ah!"

The sudden pain, though distracted, couldn't relieve at all. Hearing the shrill scream, Tristan said impatiently, "If you dare to make the same mistake again, the punishment will be severe."

Angie bore the pain and didn't have much strength to talk to him. The pain made her unable to pay attention to other things.

After that, she was neatly tied up, without any procrastination. Tied up a weak woman as a strong man, one of the old and rough ropes was also used.

There was absolutely no way to escape. Even the rope that tied up her was specially made.

The memory was gone. It was a little cold on the balcony.

One of Angie's hands was still hurting, but the man who tied her went into the living room and locked the door ruthlessly without looking back.

The key was thrown to her feet, and the man's head came out of the window above her head. "If you really have the ability to escape, then you are welcome to come in at any time."

He was annoyed with this kind of harassment.

But he was not that tired of trying to destroy this woman. As long as she was strong and smart enough, she could enter the room again. He did not want to give up a strong warrior like her.

Angie gnashed her teeth. "Why I can't make it when I'm here?"

When he was abroad

ran at a fast speed and shouted, "Who is there?"

However, when the person looked over there, there was no figure, only the huge vase shadow visible under the moonlight.

"Hush, be quiet."

Consuela's mouth was covered by a heavy hand, and she was frightened when she heard a man's voice. Calming down, she led the way to the empty balcony.

She followed the man consciously, with a bit of fear in her eyes.

"Oh, are you frightened to death just now?"

Consuela nodded her head. She raised her hand and touched the hand that was covering her mouth behind her back. She signaled that her mood had returned to normal and that she would not shout.

As soon as the man loosened his hand on her, she asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

But she was still staring at that door. How earnest and cute she was.

"If I hadn't come here, do you think you could still be here so healthy? Maybe you have already been knocked out... "

Pursing her lips, Consuela didn't retort.

The man took her to the balcony and said with a smile, "Aren't you scared now?"

How could she not be scared?

But she still shook her head hypocritically. The past was over, and as long as she pretended to know nothing, she could live a peaceful life...

Everything would be fine.