After lunch, the weather was more sultry. Fiona always felt that there was a kind of depression in the air. She didn't know if it was because she was too nervous.
"It's so stuffy that I don't want to go out. I feel so sticky all over. Why did you ask me out?" While they were walking in the garden of Manor Residence, Leona was waving her small fan. The air in her eyes was not the same as before. She was more bashful and quiet now, She was a secular woman now.
Glancing at the meticulous white wall of Manor Residence, Fiona said, "I just want to ask you why you wanted to push me down the mountain. Do you really want to kill me? "
"It has been so long. Why do you still ask about it?" Leona frowned.
"Everything should have a result." As Fiona spoke, she looked around. The wall was about three meters high, but there was one alarm every few meters. It was almost impossible for her to avoid it. So tonight, what she could do was to wait in the garden, waiting for Spencer to find her and save her.
Noticing that Fiona was absentminded, Leona asked, "Why did you ask me out? If there is nothing else, I will go back. "
"Bye." Looking at the back of Leona, Fiona suddenly said. Although she asked Leona to come out today for half of the reason that she wanted to take this opportunity to get familiar with the terrain of the Manor Residence, she still wanted to say goodbye to Leona.
She had heard from Emily that women in the backyard all needed to be entertained. And Leona was one of them. She didn't know how Leona managed to get through that period of time, but she thought that they wouldn't be able to see each other again in the future. She hoped that Leona could just say goodbye to her, and she also hoped that she She hoped Leona wouldn't be too miserable.
Leona turned around and took a weird at Fiona and said, "You are strange.
"No, I'm not." It was rare for her to give a hearty smile to Leona, "Leona, go back now. Bye!" Fiona said
Leona
them with her sight! The night before yesterday was her shame! She was going to hack these two people into pieces! Was she, Celine, something that these bastards can touch?
"Is she crazy?" At this moment, a man, tall, thin and well proportioned, came into the dilapidated room. It was none other than Francis, one of Charles's right-hand assistants.
"Chief!" The two men's smiles disappeared the moment they saw Francis.
With a contemptuous glance at Celine, Francis turned to them and said in T country's language, "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Okay, watch her carefully."
"Yes, sir."
Celine listened with her ears up, but she couldn't understand a word of what they said later.
Perhaps he saw the puzzlement in Celine's eyes, Francis walked up to her, squatted down, and raised her chin rudely. "Don't worry, your Savior is coming soon. I'll let you go to hell together, okay?"
"Hmm Hmm... " Celine shook her head desperately. Deep fear spread from the bottom of her heart to her limbs.
"Are you unwilling?" Francis asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes!" Celine nodded her head desperately. Better to live than to die! She didn't want to die!
"Well, it's not up to you." Francis stood up and let go of Celine, walked towards the door with his hands behind his back. "You ungrateful woman."