Are You Willing to Kill Your Family?
Cynthia's cold eyes scanned towards the door. Through the glass, she vaguely saw the profiles of Naomi and John Sweeney. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of coldness flickering deep in her almond-shaped eyes.
They actually came out?!
She slowly lowered her eyelids, a faintly disdainful smile playing at her lips.
Naomi couldn't help but snort openly, "It's at such a crucial moment, yet she can still laugh!"
"Let's go," John withdrew his gaze, giving Naomi a sideways glance.
They got into the car, and as the car slowly drove out of the gate, John finally let out a breath he'd been holding.
Before he could fully exhale, the car suddenly slammed on the brakes. Naomi and John, caught off guard, tumbled forward towards the front seats.
"Watch how you drive!" Naomi coldly reproached.
Before the words could settle, someone knocked on the adjacent car window.
Naomi frowned, slowly rolled down the window, and was met with Max Ginger's half-smiling face.